I want . . . To be the breeze that gently touches your face the kiss that lingers on your lips but, never leaves a trace To be the sound of your heartbeat strong as the tide like the treasures of the deep of what is hidden inside To be the one in your dreams when the darkness falls, the first name on your lips when the sunrise calls To be the passion so hot like the flame of a fire the one that you crave the one that you desire You are my love, my life, my every breath I take i