Incomplete
Whom am i
to want that which has not been given to me.
Forever clouded by the angst of desire
overriding my heart. Am i to live,
for which my heart yearns another?,
unsatisfied.
or do I succumb to a life of wondering. If.
Willst thou awaken mine eyes
and fill my soul with your love and my name
only written on thine heart? Or do you
condemn me to pain of want...and urge,
jealousy blackening my lips for another.
I more than want you,
mine need of hope is yours.
Let me paint you in my arms and I
in your heart,
to loose direction of thought and
emotion in your wants.
Desire.
For that which yields in thine eyes
is not which can be spoken of weakness.
My strength is in ever want,
an indecision of life cursing my thoughts.
my words spell truth
though my actions be tainted with lies
upon which my soul hungers.
Why should mine actions be governed
by that which one word may describe,
Loyalty.
Dost thou words fill my heart with doubt
for lack of experience in comparison?
Thine desire matches mine,
though it be more than one soul
to be the recipient and mine heart
is filled with a pain of want.
Lust.
Hast thou the ability to love one soul,
or is it amongst many that truth
of happiness be found?
Fill me with all thine love,
for til then I am most
i.n.c.o.m.p.l.e.t.e.
