My Confession to You
It's amazing how I feel when I'm around you,
How my heart pounds when you come into a room.
I look at you and think: My God! How lovely!
And everything I am bursts into bloom.
I don't expect you soon to love me,
Nor are my own feelings clear.
Passion is the ornate entrance,
To a world we crave and fear.
I feel as though you must, you must be mine.
Not as a possession but a goal.
Something almost unimaginable,
The free devotion of another soul.
We cannot know where this will take us,
Nor whether we will ride for long.
But pleasure is the overture,
That flows into the larger song.
As though I were about to enter heaven,
Or just within the hour condemned to die.
My mind with one fierce thought keeps running over,
With you, and only you, the reason why.
So come with me with open mind,
And heart, and we the time will prove,
With laughter and with joy unfettered,
And, perhaps, someday with love.
by Jennifer Nicole Miller
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