How long have I yearned for an intimate embrace,
A love like fine wine, exclusive in its grace,
Whispers in my dreams etched upon my heart,
Telling tales of a man who's meant to be my counterpart.

Butterflies awaken, fluttering in my core,
A mystical compilation of love's folklore,
In the midnight tryst, satisfaction foreseen,
Where hearts race irregular, breaths caught in...