strange.

sitting at home,

everything is fine,

as the days pass by..

one by one,

some long, some slow;

I talk to myself quiet and low,

elegies of my heart and soul…

a shiver, a sigh,

soft words whispered in the dark,

my senses are mixed already,

unable to differentiate

between a sound or a smell or a touch or a taste..

I keep dreaming of a time,

my fingers intertwined

with you,

an everlasting joy of time,

heart skipping a beat here and there..

as I sit here

thinking sweet thoughts of you

lustful images make my heart

palpitate uncontrollably;

trembling uncontrollably

the heat continues to rise..

as I close my eyes and see

you standing before me;

I open up my eyes to find

that you are nowhere around..

I feel a wave of sadness

crash upon the shores of my heart..

As I lie here obsessed with the thought of you,

hoping it will all be over soon and,

waiting patiently for the day

when I can hold you in my arms

and never have to let you go again,

I realize love is a strange thing indeed..