What you do
What you do
By Tony DeLorger © 2011
You touch me like a zephyr’s sigh,
subtle yet deeply felt,
as if atoms colliding make me tremble,
resound within my soul.
Your loving gaze ignites my passion,
deep and profound,
yet your eyes embrace my heart,
convey all that words cannot.
Meaning far outweighs my body’s intent,
urges that define me not,
yearnings that your whispers entreat.
I am lost within you,
the core of all you are,
and I am weak within your spell,
the radiance of your heart compelling.
I cannot express to you my love,
it is too ravenous, too overwhelming
that I fear I could suck you dry of life,
you, fade from lack of sleep.
Each second I am with you, I soar,
each second we are parted, I mourn,
you are all I want, my breath, my sustenance,
and you are condemned to me,
to imbibe me, to suffer my pain, to share my joy.
Yet you are free,
held by no-one, simply to be you
and at the centre of my dream.
In love there are no bounds, no chains,
just the will to share a blissful life,
where hearts thrive,
and souls meld in recognition.
What you do,
is make me live on purpose.
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