Fingertips Speak of the Inner Craze and Crave

Love…
Love…

How can I speak of you;
explain the way you make me feel
when we lay side by side– a simple
touch sends tingles; heart beats drown.

Love…
Love…

However do I write of you; tell how the smiles
just won’t leave–when you’re here
there is nothing to say about you but…

Love…
Love…

Tell of how you’ve broke my heart
I can do; when I find you long gone, only sheets
to sleep beside me–My tongue no longer tied.

Love…
Love…

I feel I shall never keep you, though
I may have wanted to all this time. We
weren’t destined to be– love… isn’t
for me–just a dream to be dreamed.

Heartbreak…
Loneliness…

I’ve found my home again, where I seem
to belong though not by choice. Here
I am chained, waiting to be set free.

Love…
Love…
when will you come save me?