Poetry

How do I touch your heart, the way that you touched mine?
You hold the keys to Heaven, but I can't cross the line,
You're everything I've dreamed of, the answer to a prayer...
And the only thing I need, that I need more than air,
You have the power to give me, what I've never known...
And my last chance at love, before God calls me home,
If only for a day, or an hour you were mine...
Your gift would be enough, of heaven to enshrine,
I will cherish "every moment", as it's now a part of me...
Whether life or in death, in my heart you'll always be.