Kryptonite

you knew the feeling of weakness, the tremble of your famished body, the restless mope of a spirit, groveling tired thoughts. but then. . . you laid eyes upon him, you discovered another weakness, fustigated with heart palpitations, insides nerved with desire, languid with infatuation. a predilection of the soul, your heart unwavering with love, for he who made your body weak makes you drown in exuberance too. heart and mind perplexed in reactions. how can his mere presence, make you aberrate from yourself? stoked in oblivescence of yesterday, he becomes your now, your today and everyday - satiating every thought. he overpowers your senses, your feelings, your gullibility to believe, you are capitulated to his being as someone who carries your world, you needed him, you prayed for him. but you couldn't have him, you could never touch him, you could not dream of him, yet you were candidly in love with a man who was your kryptonite.