Perhaps I'm but a pawn,
In a much bigger game,
and the actions that I take,
are not mine, to blame.

I enjoy hearing the words that you speak,
even if the softest ones, are never said to me.
I adore to see your smiling face,
every morning, in this same, old place.
I crave to feel, the softness of skin,
the graze of a hand, or even a limb.
*Its an endless entrapment,
and I've yet to find a way,
to escape from here, but have the feelings, stay.

To see and to feel,
To hear thoughts so real.
To bring out a tear,
or a smile, from fear.

To follow, to lead,
To conquer a steed.
To love, is to bleed,
It's not garunteed.

To fake an embrace,
To lie to my face,
To falsely portray,
What you do is okay.

To steal me from life,
To never cause strife,
To wait, to impend,
Than bring it all, to an end.

It seems to be, so simply,
that I let all that you are, consume me.
For I indulge at the slightest touch,
and I yearn for the day,
but I'd **** for the night.
I let every trouble and worry, slip away.
Finding sweet serenity,
in a face, and mind, so eloquent.
Some days, I think I think too much.
and some days, I think I'm right.

The difficulty, in foreseeing impending fatigue,
lies uncomfortably in the presence of emotion.

Clouding any vision of what's not concrete,
like a blindfold, masking anything of curiosity,
from our minds, and our lives.
Making the unknown, a mystery to all.

New ideas will cease to exist,
as everything will stay the same.
Just as love would have wanted.

Solidity in solitude,
and finding it exists.

Compassion in discernment,
where everything, just fits.