This just came to me quite randomly ... it was late and perhaps tired reflection prodded my muse.
I need you … but I’m not sure why
My heart is true … as time passes by
Everything else has been a casualty
Lost in inexplicable inanity
I want you … and the desire never dies
As the mind conjures, the body complies
I cannot imagine the arms of another
No one compares to you, my Lover.
I love you … as my compass in a storm
As the sun kisses the flesh and makes it warm
You’re the star of my tangled tale
A work of the heart, which must not fail