For You

Caught in the Motion

To you, who has been swept away by a whirlwind yet longs to find a shore they can safely stay and think, may these words be your anthem.

It comes again, like the rushing wind
and my heart beats, like a locomotive
speeds through the emotions I've brimmed,
in the corners of my heart and motive.

But I am caught behind the hardest form
of debate that rebounds in my soul,
for, are what you do really what I yearn,
or are they only tugs that make me roll?

I am left in disarray as my mind tries
to comprehend what my feelings say,
as the beats swell while you cross my eyes,
and your smile brightens like a summer day.

Am I such a fickle creature that I am left,
to the behest of the sway of my laughter
as you gesture your simplicites I've bereft
but, am I to continue feeling like this after?

After I have come to realize the truth of what
I should have considered through the conception
of this connection we had made right at the bat
with hot cups of tea and some revelation,

I know that I had been swept away by a flood of
smiles, senses, scents, seconds of what I longed for,
but I have to make things right, I must come to shove
for what I really need is not romance conceived roars.

Built up, I have a certain need for my heart,
and you I apologize have not yet even scratched
the surface of what that is, and I know you've gone far,
but I must protect the love I had once patched

From the pieces of the past, He has healed and returned,
the battered beating thing that was torn,
so please don't take offense if I need to think and churn
my mind to what you are doing, as not to have it worn

By the frivolities you display in public no less,
please halt your advances for I need to take in consideration,
that you lead, but I have yet to see it even in distress,
my heart I will reserve from you, until further indication.