Unfinished Letters

His face is so soft
To the touch and the gaze
Visions from aloft
Through his eyes, ablaze.

The tactile of sublime
And our skin burns in fire
No existence of time
For we cannot expire.

Knowing this is real
But I never imagined
How amazing you feel
When you answer my summon.

I could have found you inside
Of the walls in my head
But you are here, alive
To my heart, you've been lead.