Beginning to end, end to beginning.
Together in my dreams, you say--
Don't tell me you don't love me...
You whisper this ever so softly,
I feel you near me...
Your touch is as soft as that of a rose petal,
yet, so inviting.
Your kiss is delicate, yet so intense.
And, as you begin to stare,
it seems an Absolute Eternity.
When will this extreme fascination
turned to obsession about me end?!?!
You are always around me...
I hear you, I see you, I feel you...
Is it my imagination, can it truly
just be a dream?
I can no longer tell between reality
and what I think reality is...
It has long been distorted by much
pain and suffering, I can no longer
fend to what I have to attend...
It's what you've exposed.
My beginning is your end, and your
end is my beginning.
This is my world and what it revolves around...
like a routine it seems.
What I am, what I can be, and, what I become
will remain a mystery that will only allure you,
and, aggravate you....of that, I can assure you.
I can simply say--
No one will truly know the mystery within me...
By: Edith Gonzlav
8/22/06
