You ask me what I want, though the answer never changes:

You. Always you.

And I don't want you the way someone might want dessert after dinner

I want you the way a town in drought wants the rain to return

Or the way a flower wants the sunlight

In that my want is a yearning, a craving, a need

In that your presence is able to keep me going

In that you are as essential to me as the very air I breathe

And oh, I could bask in the happiness you fill me with forever