I see her and it is as if the Air has left the room, I struggle for breath at the thought of her.

She sets a Fire of passion in my soul, that burns with a fever that will not be denied.

I feel the Earth tremble and my world spin as she glances my way, hoping that she feels the same.

She is the Water that sustains me, and yet never quite quenches the thirst of my desire.

Her love soars through my Spirit, leaving me staggered and awed that she could look to me to be her own.

My love for her is so Elemental, so pure and true that I know, no other shall ever compare.

© 2011 By Dave Anhorn
Poetry