• Thoughts of you illuminate my spirit;
    Never a flicker of flame, but with
    Arching bolts which strike with a force
    That disturbs my equilibrium.

    My mind races as waves of passion flush over
    My pale skin, causing me to gaze upon visions
    Of impossible romantic possibilities.

    Pathetic is this woman who anticipates the
    True rhythm of love, with a man she will never hold.

    My imagined discourse of thoughts leave me suffering,
    As my lips quiver with the words I shall never speak
    to his: "I have loved you more than anybody in this world."