There is no sound of your voice to serenade me.

No reminiscence of watching you sleep in the night, while listening to your heartbeat.  

No walks on the beach, no smiles for my eyes to reach. 

Are you real?

Only your words have brought you to life.

Wince my idle heart is waiting to cross the seas to you.

My body yearns for your touch.

Only to be deprived of its hunger, but lavished with a vivid imagination of you. 

My soul starves for you, draining its self of its mortal life.

Only to be filled by the imagination of a simple life with you.

 Your simple words have captivated my mind, heart and soul.

Have I intoxicated you with my words? Of course I have. 

A poisonous infatuation has consumed us both.