Yours is not the heady, intoxicating first blush
It does not send me walking on clouds
It does not set my heart a flutter
It does not make me think idle thoughts of being with you.

Yours is the call to arms of all my senses
It breaks me from my dreams
It stops the music from playing
It sharpens the vision
It unclutters the mind

Yours frees me from mine
So that mine can be yours

As it should be, forever, wherever and whenever