Paradoxes of Desire

The strange caricature reminds me of your odd face, The twinkling roar clings to your tiny lace. The way you want to lean on my race, The sacred passion gives me a new space. The only path I have seen, One and only desire you could have been, One and only proportion you own for the time being, I am no one else until you see me clearly giving. The endless life is a paradox of gorgeous wings, You are no longer out of control for the measured pings. The unholy genuineness gives me no more rare bliss, The unknown appetites are the reason for my irregular gist. It is not common or ordinary anymore, It is not filled with hate at its core. It is no longer my salient reason, No reason can ease my aggressive tension. Why can I not settle for less? Why are you not something obvious to bless? Why don't you know my name until I remind you of the same? Why can't you see me as nothing more than a dice in this game?