Conflicting Reasons

Conflicting Reasons

The dream, oh yes

The passionate, romantic dream.

A spark, a look, a smile.

Left feeling I could run a mile.

Some flash of prolific magic,

A caress of my soul,

Yet never physically touched.

For a moment I fear,

There is far more happening here.

The awesome stirrings of Eros,

A flighted arrow finding me,

Sporting a winning smile.

But I still declare,

That more is somehow proof.

If you wanted me too,

Wouldn't love lead me to you ?

Sufficed the lack I felt,

All these years before I,

Knew the hope in your eyes.

A lesser woman wouldn't do,

How much devotion, I craved you.

To fill up all my blanks,

Provide each moment a meaning,

That was ultra specially rare.

When you knew nothing,

Of my old romantic dream.

But here in this moment,

Have I comprehended what you meant ?

What the smile was for,

Or how your innocent light,

Gave without expecting more.

Perhaps you desired nothing of,

A more romantic kind of love.

Some passion from a stranger,

Or the kind of caressing,

Given to an over active nature.

So still I declare,

I'd never felt more aware.

A chance to know delight,

Holding you throughout the night.

When searing heat could wane,

My exuberant wanting demanding,

That we play loves mating game.

All gone the resistance,

I admired here your persistence.

Fooling me amongst the rest,

That love and life together now,

You are definitely the very best....