conversation of admiration
 

Might you convey,
"What makes you feel this way?"
In soft reassuring tone,
Biting through skin & bone.
Hesitantly, I will whisper
Into your ear.
Just audible to hear.
"There are days,
Of minutes & moments,
When time stands still.
Stationary in space.
That's when I feel futile.
Alone on my own.
Far from home.
Unable to focus
Upon life
That others live so harmonious."

 "For I have passed,
Wasted the chance
To flavour & savour.
Because of foolish behaviour.
The advice of a brother.
The warmth of a mother.
The affection of a lover.
For I have not known,
And will always miss
The touch of a tender kiss.
An aroma of the purist scent
From a tender body sent.
To gaze into crystal clear eyes
Looking back with caring comprise.
To hear bells ring.
The song of true love to sing.
To me, these mean not a thing."

 Turning to you, would I say?
"You have helped keep the darkness at bay.
For when solitude strikes.
Mostly at night with its venomous bite.
I glance across at your portrait.
Speak to you of my sorrowful state.
Explain my fears & woes
So the pain may go.
Cry a tearful remorse
Until sleep may take its course.
I forsake that I willingly know.
Directing such thoughts towards you
Is the wrong thing to do.
Yet I will frown if a silence is cast.
My fears rage.
My problems kept locked encased.
They may break lose, never to be slain."

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