Concentration burnt to cinders
A slow fire in the pit of my stomach
Burning all reason from me
Brought on by a thought of you
The soothing barrage of your voice
The pleading insistence of your touch
The perfect tenderness of your assault
A war waged on my senses
The naivety behind your coy smile
The innocence in your passion
The maze of your personality
Intruiges me and binds me fast
The goodness in your heart
The devil’s gleam in your eye
The unassuming strength lurking in your soul
Its all just a bit to much
The culmination of the fire
The point of sweetest agony
You meet my eyes and touch my cheek
And softly whisper “I love you”
