The Alphabetical Equivalent of the Violence of Affections: A failed I.P attempt

All day I think of you, wrapped in my arms.

By the power of the moon and night I dream of you, oh the terrible qualms.

Calm me down with your tender caress and complete my sentences.

Dress me up with grace, a model transient.

Elude me no longer, one that I seek.

Find me here amongst the promises you must keep.

Glorify me by speaking my name, as though it were a claim to fame.

Hold me up like a banner aflame.

Ignite in me that sweet fire, the deadliest of all desires.

Join me in the throws of swoon, as we dance towards our doom.

Know that this is the one true thing, that in this kingdom you are king.

Leave me all aquiver, trembling, shaking, quaking as if my soul were waking.

Mark my body with your fingertips, your lips, hands, feet, earlobes and cheeks.

Never let me go.

Overindulge in the sweet bliss.

Pin me to your heart and make me your own.

Quell my fears and mount your throne.

Reward my waiting by stopping the aching.

Stay.

There world was never more empty, than in the absence of your embrace.

Understand that you are more valuable than the stars combined.

Vindicate this heart of mine.

Willingly surrender to me as I have to you.

X out all my doubts.

Yearn for each moment as I have done.

Zion would have nothing on our paradise, if only we dared to start.