A poem on longing

I long to be your muse;
you are already mine.

My overwhelming desire for you manifests
as laughter
and tears
and heart palpitations
and a tugging tightness in my gut.

All I want is for you
to face the future full of certainty
that our hearts and minds
should intertwine ever more snugly.

Should you find yourself with a thirst for me
I would liquefy my heart and soul
and have you sip them
until you felt your chest swell
with the fullness of my love.