Fall to Grace.

Fall to Grace.

I fall,

quickly, deeply,

heart and soul.

Stirrings of the notion,

the end of love

in sight, is

tonight, so much

right.

But it would seem,

I always fall,

for a dream.

Into a state,

perfect in the

sense of desire,

though I know

she,

can't be the one,

to stoke my

fire.

But again,

I've seen,

I fell, completely

under her

spell.

Her glowing eyes,

contain no lies,

I watch

but know the

truth of how,

she could taste,

could smell,

divine.

Each perfect flaw

in her face,

shows so much

grace, to be

held, overwhelmed,

revealed to

love to light,

never before

my sight.

Beauty described

in awesome heat,

she would,

could, oh god please.....

should, be mine.

I cannot tell,

she is not free,

to follow this,

or marry me.

Band of union,

reveals here,

my constant fear,

always happens

to confuse,

to complicate

such matters, pain

for me again.

I must

refrain, again, again, again

oh fuck...

again.

A law unto

myself, born,

has known, me

a man no more

a boy.

But filled, with joy

where heaven

could be

flooding in,

if I commit the

sin. Of telling

her my

feelings, such as

they are,

bizarre, the door

ajar to let it in,

the it called

LOVE.

The it called love of

a married woman,

so more painfully precise.....!

TBI