Calling Out to You - A Love Song...opinions please?

A rumpled bed, a restless soul,

I have not tasted the sweet fruit of sleep

since last week.

My eyes, wide open,

stare at the ceiling above.

I see the uneven strokes of paint.

It reflects me,

A poor attempt at uniformity.

The morning breeze picks up,

the dew hangs on the gale,

the salty moisture hangs on my lips.

I wish it was you.

The soft sand beneath my feet,

every step leaves a shallow dent,

is that all I leave behind in my wake?

A shallow impression, a hollow ache?

The sun glows with promise,

giving the depth of sea a diamond surface.

The soft, foamy waves kiss the shore

and I know it's me and you.

The colorless, restless sea that pretends to be blue

and the warm, golden sand that's gentle and true.

The water that rages at times when it can't reach the shore

and the hills of sand, that have never asked for more.

But I'm asking for more, I want you.

I want you, my Greek hero.

You're everything I want to be

but though I search I cannot find

the Achilles heel you've left behind

in your past life, which you will not disclose to me.

I'm here for you, I want to be.

But you don't need me.

You have you, and that is enough for now.

Can you hear my heart? It's racing now.

You do that to me, a biological reaction

to a physical response.

Could you look at me properly, just this once?

And tell me

Do you see me?

I want you to, please do.

Please do.