To you, my longing

You tire me, but I only find respite within your arms. No other place burdens me with such comfort, and I grow restless waiting for your irresistible embrace. 

Part of me is ashamed of my craving, yet I cannot resist its pull; oh, how I hunger for it. 

My desire makes me feel weak. To you, I appear as the very symbol of strength. Yet I long for my delicate lady to support my formidable frame.  

This longing hurts, it feels as if there is an ever-mounting weight pressing on my very being. I yearn to shed this mantle, to fall weightlessly into your gentle clasp once more.

I hope this pressure strengthens me and makes our embrace all the more heavenly. After all, hope is all I have in the presence of your absence.