I came home late last night. Sat at the dinner table alone. My mind was at somewhere else. I reached for a pen and a scrap paper. This is what I wrote last night.

Seeing you
is the desire of most men
can long for

Caring for you
is the sincere obligation of any man
can have

Missing you
is the greatest soothing feeling of a man
can feel

Longing for you
is the most logical sense of every man
must have

Loving you
is the honor whom a man
must treasure

And sacrifice for you
is the greatest sense of love of one man
for you to see him true.

Does it make sense? I don't really know it. But it visualizes perfectly clear in my mind and my thought.