Words Much Like Poetry

What is this that overwhelms me so, makes me weak of resolve when I try to forget. My efforts to distract myself fail me, and all I am left with is emptiness without you. My mind cries for you always, mine heart calling to be answered. Every heartbeat calling to you calling, of the depth of feeling to be heard. The restlessness that has overtaken me, denies me peace and fills me with longing; a desperate need to be acknowledged and be of substance in your eyes. Why do you keep silent? I only seek to know your heart. Every time I draw near, you turn your face away from me. I only ask to be heard, the desire in my heart to be understood. The warmth of your laughter, bids my failing heart, arise. Bathe me with your shy glances, touch my hand as you pass by, turn to look at me as you walk away, smile at me so I may be whole. ~ Pandit, that sappy Indian bugger. Image: Vintage Art - Lady with Tennis Racket

I am torn, conflicted between one who is beside me and one that should be, I cannot decide. She is my anchor, speaks the words that comfort my heart. The other teases me, a fun loving heart they both make a perfect woman. But I must decide. Must I choose? She bats her eyes and I die, the other winks and my knees give way. Must I choose? She makes my heart faint with longing, The other cherishes me beyond what I can imagine, they both fill my heart with joy. If I part with her, I will die. If the other leaves me, my soul will be robbed of light. Must I decide? They both are the perfect woman. ~ Pandit. And so continues the emotional binge. Image: Diver From Beneath by Petr Kratochvil