Alex Pitzel Poet I do not know?

The Truth

God, Your beautiful
and I hurt so bad, it's brutal

The way your hair flairs
like a flame in open air
even as you sit in your chair
at the front of the class

And when you move, I lose concentration
and despite my consternation, 
your perambulation draws my gaze,
and casts a haze that clouds my mind

Your body, perfect, imprinted in my memory
Its shape, its smell
but, I have to tell, on it alone, I do not dwell

Your voice, leaves me no choice

When you speak,
I am weak to do anything but listen
and when you sing, its as the sound of spring
and with it, I am simple as melting snow, running into a flowing creek

But these are only the surface

They are warm, pleasant waters, shallow and beautiful
Yet there is much more
Past these is you
the deep blue of the depth of your mind
in here are the true mysteries that keep me here

in truth, this is the core
the thing that keeps mere me
frozen in fear of pushing you away

I want to explore, 
to dive deep
to just be near
to really know you
and to know all of you

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