Why are these feelings permitted to well up inside, when did I allow this, why can’t I just hide.

Why does it chase me, why must I feel like this, hopelessly enamored, unprepared for the end to this bliss.

Our connection fades as I’ve just begun to fall, why is it you, and why is my attraction not my call.

I’ve fallen, I’m hopeless, completely caught up in your presence, you awoke a fire inside me where once my inspiration was deadened.

I had reached a place where I no longer knew if I could write, and yet you restored me, blind but given sight.

And what a feeling it is to once again see, for to take you in is everything to me.

So much to say with so little space on a page, to say who you are I could sit and write for days.

And yet I know I’ve only begun to explore, I see you at your surface, but I yearn to know more.

I thirst in a drought to know who you truly are, stuck on earth looking at the twinkle of a blazing star.

The fire you create, the warmth you exude, you are the sun of my galaxy and I am hopeless in my orbit of you.