I would've gone for hugs.
But distance mocks.
I would've gone for kisses
But distance mocks still

I would've love to hold your hands
As we take a walk in the woods
But distance sits is a closet
Chuckling and mocking with zest.

I would've loved to flaunt you
On the faces of the others
But distance mocks me, mocks you
Like it did the others.

I would've gone for the dame next door
And outsmart distance once more
But what joy would I derive
In settling for less when you are more?

Of breath, my air you are.
Of thirst, water you are.
Of cold, duvet you are
Of gold, value you are.

So, lady mine
Would you be my VAL
My Value Added Lover?