By being with you. . .

There is always things,

I wanted to say to you before I die,

For maybe time wouldn't last much,

To say it all,

My breath till last,

Loved you to the core,

Those moments we spend,

Was more than we know,

The touch we yearn for now,

Skin urges it's thrist for yours',

Something was magical after all,

For it was love,

That did took off my mind,

Settling me out on a urge,

To finish my unfulfilling thrist,

By being with you. . . .