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