Midnight Thoughts | Poetry

Silly love

Oh, the perplexing feeling, so fragile and profound,

Amongst human beings, this love is found.

I once believed I thrived alone, without a tether,

Free to embrace any dream, in whatever weather.

But alas, I've become a captive of my own strife,

Bound by forces that counter my desires in life.

"I'll perish alone," I boasted with pride and might,

Claiming no need for companions, in my lonely night.

Then you appeared, turning my world askew,

Innocent infatuation, yet my conceptions flew.

Do butterflies dance within my quivering core?

Do I grow weak, falling to my knees, craving more?

A smile adorns my face upon hearing your gentle tone,

And my being stirs with your presence, not alone.

What is this foolish sentiment that grips my soul?

Longing for someone I can't possess, my heart's toll.

Each night I awaken, engulfed in solitude's embrace,

Aching emptiness, yearning for your sweet grace.

Just one tender kiss is all I fervently plea,

Make me yours, my love, as I make you mine, you see.

For I want you desperately, my soul does implore,

And I need you profoundly, my heart can't ignore.

Perhaps I'm finally beginning to comprehend,

This perplexing, silly love that refuses to unbend.