I have trouble coping you.
I really struggle to handle what you manifest.

It's only through sheer force of will
and a glaring lack of skill
that I manage this...overload.
Every kiss is of trepidation.
Leaving the sweet taste of elation.
A fascination with every breath your taking.
So lost I am in this love infused awakening.
Like watching a million roses bloom red hot,
with whatever passion fuels love.
In this ethereal field I'm held caught.
With only the ability to spew such smarmy adoration.
Almost completely lacking of thought, sense, or annunciation.
No less heartfelt or without the weight of sincerity.
In every word, oath, emotion, thought or change you make in me.
Changes that come unwilling but not unwanted.
Now dreams are the stuff of life and by life I am haunted.
This is the discovery of real love,
a desperate thirst and need that you can never sate.
The medium through which you can dream of loftier things like fate.
This and all that is beyond surpasses all its worth.
Because for a moment, we are greater than all the earth.