A hunger I long to fill
But not with wine
Or food.
A longing stare
Eyes that meet across a room.
A flutter.
A laugh.
A cry.
A glance in the right direction.
I ‘m drawn to you in a way the paper burns as soon as it touches the flames.
If I go to close I know I will cease to exist
To go on further more.
To wither away like a rose
As I change colour and my petals fall.
This love was not meant to last
It will just perish like another flower like another rose.