Addictive Obsession

Addictive Obsession Thy form, so straight, magnificent, Topped with locks of gold, Thy milk white skin, not fragile mind, Thy body never cold How is it pray, that you do have, This mortal heart and brain, Entwined so passionately in thy grasp, Longings deeply do ingrain? Ah! Sweet,sweet one, forsake me not To you I have been true For year on year I've worshipped thee, Ignoring others just to be, A slave to you, close to you, Within your reach lest you should call. Oh! Precious one, I beg of thee, Remain with me, I give my all. So many warnings have there been By those, who would us part, that you are poison to mind and body, I will regret my hopeless folly. Ah love, pray tell me is this true, Alas, I cannot see As lovers all these years we've been, You would bring harm to me. Alas! Alas! As I grow old I fear this heart of mine Will break within thy passionate grasp, My very flesh will turn to dust All of my soul so putrid be If there, no resolution To this need flaring within. Oh! Sweet one of internal fire, Thou hast no match on this fair earth, There's none could ever light my flame Or constantly call out my name Bringing me to my knees, With sweet addictions desire. Irrational, incoherent thoughts, Possess me as I grieve that thee, And I, must part, eventually, In death. Before that time arrives my love, For whom I will make sacrifice, Of wealth and land, and all that be, A medium to secure thee, I must ask of my friends abound, Who read my writings , so profound, Does anybody have a light Written December 15th, 2001 © on Dec 14 2001 09:32 PM PST, Patricia Rosenberg   0 • 14