Could i ever explain to you my want for you. how my arms reach for you. HOw i want so badly to kiss you now, here alone no distractions just you and me accompanied by silence, and an occasional sigh of relief. Relieved that i finally grew the courage to embrace you to give you a small taste of my infactuation for you that has without effort overwhelmed me. I would not call this love but perhaps on some level it could be considered love. LOve, in love with the irony of this obvious reality that plagues my mind. My mind, where nearly anything is possible, but it is evident in my mind that you are just out of reach. God..how i wish for the strength to speak of these feelings i have for you, and if telling you does not rob me of all my strength will enough remain to cope with your reaction...and you..to be made a aware of my obsession for you. to hear it out loud spoken in words that r drowning, saturated with the passion i feel for you. To hold, to touch, to connect with you on a level that could not be understood even if it were to be explained for a thousand years beyond forever. to ease this pain that is like a splinter that has made a home beneath the surface of my heart. it seems the more i try to remove it the deeper it goes. beyond the depths of my physical heart into the seclusion of my perverbial heart. the heart that is interpreted by the compassionate, replicated with brilliant colors and artificial serenity. the heart that can be broken, the heart that begs to be needed, the heart that fears an exsistance alone. while i speak of perverbial things, let me speak of my soul that is not unlike a child content merely with her imagination.
