As we sail over the pacific waves, I cannot hesitate to think about her. She is on my mind through all parts of the day. Never are my thoughts idle; When there is nothing else to think about, she is there. As I close my eyes, I see her staring back at me. Deep, rich, immense beauty can be discovered in her soft brown irises. I fall a slave to their power, trapped in her gaze, obedient to her subtlest wish. If only I could caress her soft cheek, grasp her hand, and meet her silken lips with mine, I would surrender the world and more. Not a night has passed where she was not the last thought before embarking in my dreams, and not a morning has come where she was not first to grace my mind. I wish for her to be by my side as I open my eyes each morning. To lay side by side, her leg on top of mine, would eliminate my need for sleep. Why should I dare to sleep when the girl of my dreams is right with me?