Wednesday, 21 July 2010
I am in love.
No... Am I?
Is this what IT feels like?
Is THIS what 'dreams are made of'?
Is it when I feel out of sorts with
When he's in close vicinity,
He looks DEEP
into my eyes
and sees me: Inside me.
UGLY me. Inside?
That stare. The compelling way
He holds my eyes with his
And all hell seems to freeze.
the encouragement from his laughter,
the readiness of his accepting spirit?
The belief in the surreal... NO
The SUPERNATURAL existence of this abstract feeling?
Wait. This... It can't be love!
Why would it!
But... The unwavering focus of his thoughts
The unforgettable memory - His face,
etched skilfully on my heart;.
The willingness to give more, more than
More than i'm given to.
The expectant caress of plural minds ,
No. It can't be.
I have fallen deep it seems,
Deep; into the abyss of love.
Okay, g'night for reals now...