Trivial ideals of a heart desire,
smiting out the insistence of a truth.
That never “making love”, passion afire,
is a sappy affair, for minds forever stuck in youth.

My affection for you goes beyond the body.
An affliction of my mind, my spirit,
and time apart wears down, so heavy
without you, my tongue and pen stay quiet.

See straight into what is concealed
with no sense of questionable fear,
my lonely state of mind healed
until you leave again, I wait to reappear.

If we do not doubt, who can?
Gravity brings us back,
no one can break this love like porcelain.
Sweetly simple, a single lilac.

You are the reason for  
my effervescent soul