I don't make sense.
I'm simple and complex
I love with a Fire that Consumes
but can retreat
more biting than
Frosty Steel Rails.
I am independent and ambitious,
but terribly naive
I want to know your story and share mine,
but the Truth haunts me and bends me
And I say that I'd rather be
than Blissfully Ignorant,
But following my Passions often leads to
And in this whirlwind of Complication,
your presence is as a candle Flame,
Unassailed by Doubt.
But what if that is merely an Illusion?
And Flickering is just beyond
Preparing to Commence Again?
I don't Know how to tell you to keep the Candle alight,
only Promise you that my Passion,
Rages without Trepidation
Into the long Night.
Scared to say how I feel?
more terrified to Feel it,
and in It,
be Lost ...
With no Recourse!
... Other than to Trust You ...
and trust is running from me
faster than I can catch Her ...
never had the Wings to fly in the face of Truth,
And see Trust as Neverending.
To me It appears a Phantom,
Something I may never catch,
or stare in the Face,
Or even Embrace.
You want Truth of Feeling?
Well, here it IS:
* I only have one
*It's been trampled upon
*I miss you every night, every morning, and every interminable day
*It breaks my Heart when you are Away
*I want your arms around me when I fall asleep at night
*I want you to stay
*My fragile Trust thinks that everything about you is Right
*I want you to act as a Knight, virtuous and right, and, for me, fight
In ALL of these things,
I am sure ...
If this feeling Continues,
Love will Always Endure.