When looking at you
and I fail to speak-
produce the perfect words-
know that it's not out of reluctance.

Instead    -     know,
the air in my lungs has fled.
My heart has begun clawing its way
through my chest, begging to feel your
blood fill its chambers. Goosebumps
wave across my skin as it yearns
for your touch. My eyes
well, your beauty
surreal.

A thousand conversations had with you.

None in which you took part.

Still- every word, every sentence, weighs heavy on my heart.

In the quiet of my room, we talk for hours on end

And every time, there's something different I wish I'd said.


But somehow in the midst of my retrospection,

The only thing that comes to mind is your beautiful complexion.

Your skin so perfect in every way despite any "imperfections".

Your hair, your smile, the way you make me laugh, stir something up inside.

Your every quality like an immaculate treasure set on earth for me to find.


Every time I see your face; I'm nothing short of stunned.

Beauty like yours a precious gift from God, truly one of one.

Now looking back, it's clear why you occupy my mind.

So, in my room, in conversation,

with you, my soul confined.

Is it really that hard?

Is it too much?

I know I shouldn't ask.

But how can I not?

To yearn for something so badly,
yet asking for it relinquishes all want.

...to be loved.