What is it that you hold for me?
So tender yet so passionate,
So sensitive yet so ferocious,
So loving and caring and arousing.
Do your eyes gleam with desire?
Or wet with affection
When you hold this flower to me?
Who ARE you, above all?
Are you an angel
Bringing eternal love and
Warmth to my hermitage?
When you ask,
“May I come?”
Do you come with
Love for me?
Or merely with an inner fire
That will burn me
The moment I touch you?
What is this feeling you have about me?
That even you don’t know.
