Feeling lost and blue, wondering what I might have done wrong to you,
Thinking all thoughts of you while listening to these many love songs seemingly the truth,
Cannot escape the image of you and me with the iron shackles around my heart keeping me in emotional slavery whenever we're apart,
Reminiscing over the times that we had made love, or had sex, not knowing from one moment to the next: was it good, better, or best.
If it was a fantasy, dream, or my imagination
Touching you with tips of my fingers, and hugging you with the gentle strength of my arms, bringing about a sensual sensation, while trying to reassure you in every imaginable way that I will bring you no harm for this duration…
Tears swell deep within my eyes that causes me to cry not with pain but with joy of loving you all over again...
Looking deeper into your innocent eyes gazing at your smile left me lost in the middle of my destiny … am I guilty with or without you, which would it be?
Your absence from my presence leaves me doubting my ability; searching for my sincerity; suspecting my integrity with you in a romantic, yet pragmatic, relationship with you and me…
Is this the beginning or the end? Live or death? Fantasy or reality? Help me to discern these truths with your actions, not reactions; with your hugs, not your shrugs; with your smile not your frown.
Sweetie, I wasn’t supposed to fall for you, but I did; I wasn’t to care for you as I do, but I did; so why have you kept yourself hidden from my warm embrace; passionate kiss; heartfelt longing for your future with me?
Am I being a wusp, a pussy, a smuck for feeling as I do? Who cares as this poem is from me to you, and everything I’ve spoken has been true without a doubt or question, the only thing which remains is your expectation: friends, lovers, or both.
