I am deeply troubled by the thought of you,
There are feelings floating to me that I've never even knew
That existed before our meeting.

I'm trying to compose myself but you've made breathing
Quite an hard activity for my body.

Since it is not asking for air, but for your touch.

And I'm left with this envy,
This desire to know more of you and your thoughts.

This desire to impregnate myself of your presence,
But I can't bottle it up and keep it with me like an essence.

Essential oils are ridiculous next to you,
You've made my mind numb in a good way and new.

Still I'm troubled by you,
Since I've never known anyone willing
to love a soul so blue...

Mine is deep like midnight with subtle hues.

You may not notice them but there are scars,
Some are deep and ugly, going far
Into my soul, some are not too shallow,
What's left of them is merely a shadow.

So see my surprise when you said you loved me,
Loved this mess that is me, filled with anxiety!

Am I allowed to be scared?
Of this new life opening before me?
Will you keep me stress-free?

Cause you work better than essential oil on me, that's for sure.