I sit and wait with baited breath,
to hear the sounding of her voice.
I shall love her till my death,
not by need but by my choice.
My flesh craves her presence near,
every hair stands has to cheer.
No one makes me feel this way,
never has and still today.
I would give her anything,
if she did so command.
Thats the way she should be loved,
and is from this one man.

saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-love-for-her-3/