More "romance" poetry

My 3rd love

Ignite me with a lust of profound everything . I am in current motion that is lost of signals. How can this be ?

All I ever want to know, what this has made me feel, to ever only know. Is that love is mean. It's so damn mean. That now I've lost my sense of being free.

Seeping through the cracks of my void with something that's never thought to be there. You somehow showed me those cracks are pretty little projects to be fixed. And that's fair.

Please don't think twice about me not wanting you. You are my only canvas I will ever paint on. If those paints have nothing to surface on, the lust will be gone.

Stay where you are, as I angle my thumb to paint a composition of you. Still as you are, not as you will.

And when all is done, the final painting of my 3rd love with you. Someday I'll paint another one of you.