Sense Of Purpose

I live to write I must say

Writing to you

Keeps me looking forward

To another day

For your gentle touch

I am left here fiending

One look in your beautiful eyes

Gives my life such meaning

 I twiddle my thumbs

With nothing to do

As I procrastinate my thoughts

Because they are all about you

Always looking to the man upstairs

To perform a miracle

To help me get through

I know he can make that happen

After all, he created you

To help me get through this mayhem

Or should I say circus

I just think of thoughts of you

You give my life a sense of purpose