i want...

i want to be hers...to feed her soul and quench her thirst. i want to be her captive audience, applauding her every performance. i want to be her faithful servant and lifelong attendant. i want her to be my main and my side chick. i want to be her yoga mat and her pilates machine. i want to be her richter-bringer and rain-maker, father time to her mother nature. i want to hold her hands and rub her feet...kiss her lips and drink her sweet. i want to fall for her for the rest of my days. i want to light her fire, become a moth and hurl myself headlong...is this madness? if so, then i want to be mad.