1
Obsession:
That is what I call it,
For no other name would suffice;
As strange as it may seem,
There is no other go,
Than to be obsessed.
2
In love, there are no games,
But she plays,
As if,love was,
Her own game
3
There was not a day,
When I did not look forward,
To her coming;
And when she did,
I lost all,
And became a loser
4
I used to believe,
In me and my self;
But there remains,
Not a shred,
Of that belief,
Or of me.
5
Day and night,
I fought my mind’s plight;
But all it wanted to do,
Was think of her,
And I knew,
That I was fighting,
A lost battle.
6
She took me by a storm,
And I shook like a frail leaf;
There was nothing I could do,
Than watch myself,
Being trodden by her lotus feet.
7
The fragnance of her thoughts,
Fills my heart,
And there is no longer room,
For anything else,
Other than her.
8
By my heart,
By my self,
She has me;
And I know not,
What I shalst do.
9
Like the captive,
Who fell in love,
With the captor,
I am bound by her,
Within and without,
And I seek no release.
10
She seems to see me not,
And I lay at her feet,
Pleading for a glance,
That could save me,
From this torture
11
In the depths of her eyes,
Do I see the door,
To my transcendance:
Of transcending to,
A world beyond the mundane,
Beyond the torture,
Of the innumnerable days and nights,
That have passed.
