I have been afflicted with an ailment,
That I envision as irremediable.
For it seems, no matter how fiercely
I fight against the feeling—
No matter how genuinely I struggle,
My heart remains seized.
And as I lie awake, with my curfew long
Surpassed—I anxiously await for
Morning to occur, in case our paths
Are destined to cross. I become
Curiously confuddled as I muse upon
The idea of hearing your voice,
Or witnessing your warming smile
One more time. I deem my desire
A dream from which I wish
To never wake, for I become lost
In the brevity that seems to always
Be flirting with the fringes of my
Perception… A yearning perfectly mingling
With images I can scarcely contain—
Pictures of holding you near, which exist
Only within the confines of my mind.
I often become obsessive in ordering
The words that I feel will truly unveil
The passion that keep me vexed…
But it seems that I repeatedly fail
In capturing the sentiment I wish to pass.
DannYetman
www.DanielYetman.com
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