Much as I try to hide the need,
Your words upon the page I read
Have the power to mesmerize
Like precious gems before my eyes;
Each time intoxicates me more,
To read those words that I adore
Straight from your heart unedited –
Your inspiration credited;
How shall I live without your words?
Their hold on me now quite absurd –
My drug of self-addicted choice,
If I could only hear your voice…………..
Perhaps impatience would subside?
Yet still behind your words you hide.
Thoughts of you have me entranced,
My curiosity enhanced,
Each passing moment heightens still
My growing sense of need to fill
This void I find within my soul –
I wait for you to make me whole……………..
Impatiently.
