Chiseled, Sand Blasted, Dug Out, of the ruins

Hurray! Yes a rediscovery! I thought was lost but now found!

It’s passionate, gentle, and innocent, 

it’s what I wanted or better yet needed

Never overwhelming because it’s never too much 

and I can never get enough

Pondered every second, minute, hour; transforming into every day, 

week, month, year

Must I begin to talk about the feeling it gives me physically……? 

Sorry it would be nice but I can’t, it’s indescribable but I know 

it only seems to come around once in a life time