As I sit at my writing table, head in my hands,
I seek to demystify these mystifying thoughts of you,
I sought to unravel these feelings of longing,
That has me completely wrapped, and pining,
Why does it drive me to show you my favorite places?
And claim your lips with kisses, so intense,
They carry the stirrings I feel,
And sear them into your being,
I'd bare my soul for you, I'd kill a man or two,
These notions leave me perplexed,
Like I would do them yet not under duress,
Is this love, or merely the beginings of it?
Are these the signs, that your pieces would complete mine?
The puzzle that I am, leave even gods befuddled,
And mortals stupefied,...