The simplest of words could not put it in context;
The most complex of words simply cause all to fall vexed.
The words in between show me no satisfaction,
In conveying to you my heart-wrenching attraction.

The words which I seek are words far out of sight,
Whether simply of fear or what 'they' say is right;
Yet the show-up in symbol and acceleration of art,
Simply does not explain, and displays but a part.

Whether happy or sad,
Angry, or mad,
The bright-side, the dark-side, the good and the bad;
When I miss you, I miss you,
When I'm with you, I find,
You leave for a moment,
And enter the back-door of my mind.

The forefront I use to concentrate on my task;
To see behind what's in front,
And tear-away all mens masks,
Yet in limited doses,
You permeate my minds eye.

I enjoy your hypnosis,
So I never ask why.