Aren't you my Raymond?

Sometimes, it’s hard to explain what you’ve felt is right

 How the sound of that name, has left a smile for that night

Numb knees, breathless breath, a clinchy fright

What shall thy name be? a delirious delight?

You take me to places I’ve never been,

You take me to places inside of me, I’ve never seen,

 Are you love? Are you life? Or everything in between?

What shall they name be?  A beautiful mirage unforeseen!

An illusion, an existence, I’ve grown fond,

Aren’t you a dream? Perhaps my poetry! Or beyond

As words to the writer, as precious as a diamond,

What shall thy name be? Aren’t you my Raymond!

*This one's an oldy I thought I'd lost. Appears I haven't.
Talk of old times and random poetry! :D