I was hoping you would be
that passionate, sweet, hidden boy
under a blanket of shyness
that a star whispered
"he is"
I run for you
with smiles written well across my face
my heart agape,
I run.
You sit, smirking your triumph - and power
thy hath a name:
tis love.
Love which controls all
which sends my thoughts, racing
leaves me aching
pacing
What is thy name that hast such control over my even-minded manner?
'tis love, 'tis power.
You are my greedy obsession

And he, my greedy non-obsessed