To understand these feelings I have is to hurt,
It tears at me like a knife of an enemy.
The wanting of your heart since my eyes glanced upon you first,
This is not how it is supposed to be.
I shouldn't have to live in fantasy because what I feel is real,
Real enough that I feel you breathing when your near.
Your touch has left my mind body and spirit at a stand still,
Paralyzed but yet still wanting and seeing clear.
If only I didn't have too act as though I don't feel you,
My soul wouldn't be in such a state of confusion.
I could help release things that dwell within you,
Those things that has given you disillusions.
This pain is a product of wanting,
Something that is beautiful and rare.
Leaving my emotions craving,
Your intelect and that enchanting stare.
Even if God gave me the world and all that's within it,
I wouldn't give it to you because there is nothing in it that can even compare.
Copyright © Paul Easter | Year Posted 2009