The colour scheme conjured up,
from a byzantine conduit.
The contrast between source and creation.

The intricate motions,
from neural explosions.
Come beauty, from human equation.

The songs that move people,
born somewhere cerebral.
Emotion drawn from vibration.

But the human connection,
through two minds' affection.
The most ethereal artistic sensation.

Ask me again, the answers the same.
Ask me again, the answers the same.
Ask me again, the answers the same.
I'll always be yours, though love and through pain.

Now why do you doubt me,
Why do you resist?
Not always in union,
Been fingers and fist.

My heart never wandered,
Despite all of this.
We've had other lovers,
Short flings, long list.

Ask me again, the answers the same.
Ask me again, the answers the same.
Ask me again, the answers the same.
Even though you're not mine now..

Nothing has changed.

Her pupils change size,
a new depth in her eyes.

I see her chest swell,
as her heart surely fell.

A deep breath in,
as she raises her chin.

Eyes close as she leans,
she doesn't know what this means.

I've been waiting for this,
a most meaningful kiss.

Passion; wild... yet tame,
things will never, ever be the same.

With a clandestine heart and the remarkable ability to over-love, he managed to frighten those he admired with expression beyond the norm.

He came off as obsessive or controlling at times, and he could see it in himself when he took a step back, but sometimes words just came out, his feelings built, they were heavy; they overflowed – so much so that they had nowhere to go but out.

Maybe someday he’ll find someone else with this disorder, maybe it will be perfect – maybe not; but that’s the chance not just he, but we all have to take. No settling, no *******… here he’ll wait, in his altered state.