cycles perpetually

Heart smiling, so filled with Joy,
my reward for being a good boy,
and the man she would want to with be.

Filled with Joy in the morning,
and throughout my day,
till late into the night,
in daily cycles perpetually.

Arms empty, but for now,
ready, willing and able,
waiting for the day,
they might hold her once again,
and again and again endlessly.

Dreaming, praying, waiting true,
be I hers alone solely to my very soul.