Can I compare thee to a flame of fire
when time has stolen the words from my lips.
Cliche upon cliche grows to inspire,
the death of a rose at the thought of your kiss.
The crash of a wave as you enter a room,
Time stops as I await your gaze.
Drench me in your water, succumbed to Neptune
What purity remains, I allow to raze.
Choked by the smoke, leaves me breathless,
I gasp for air, desiring nothing but relief.
Thoughts intoxicating my mind - shan't confess,
for the love of an innocence crying for peace.
Try as I might, Eros' three sharp knocks.
It is the key to the furnace that you hold to unlock.

Why do I only like myself when you see me?
See me.

I stare into the face I see most,
the face I know most.
Plastic smile plasters over the cracks.

Nothing so fragile as the self.
Nothing but a silent echo,
a glimpse of a reflection.

Why do I forget myself when you touch me?
Touch me.

I shall fit the role of your design
Mould me, but do not control me;
a shell of what I once was with you.

Nothing so frail as the mind.
With a heart so strong, the mind will plummet or soar above
Reason.

Why do I strive to impress you when I do not know you?
What is it about you?
What is it about me?
My mind is plagued only with thoughts of you - not of you, but your acceptance
Hours I waste, gazing upon your past.
What is it I see now that I was unable to see in the darkness?
What I once mocked and ridiculed I now yearn for
feverishly.
You are not the first and you will not be the last.
Eros why do you visit me unwelcome?
Why do you stay?
I long for your eyes upon my body
Your pathetic praise awakens me,
disgusts me;
you draw out in me what I do not want to see.
The ugly truth.

It's in the flicker of the eyes,
the flash of a smile,
the last lingering word where nothing is said.
I speak only for the purpose of capturing your attention,
yet I know the battle is won.

My heart may not beat for you,
but my body does not rest.
A brush of the hand or the echo of your voice
- this suffices.

Yet it is her you return to.
Her who holds you.
But can love co-exist where lust wanders?

If lord forgives us for our sins, then allow me this,
for the bite of the Apple may be just too sweet.