This expression does not follow a specific form. It was written during a moment of longing for a connection.
The day is twenty four hours, the night seems forty-eight.
Seconds, minutes, and hours, my heart has to wait.
Your skin touching my skin, would make my heart stop-
I am conflicted-
I am torn.
I am attracted to, not only your mind,
An angelic beauty, rivaled by none.
You take my mind, somewhere;
I wish to get lost in your thoughts,
as you have mine.
I am conflicted-
I am torn.
How could an unworthy man, like me-
even stand in your presence?
How could a poor peasant, attempt to speak to her Majesty?
I am conflicted-
I am torn.
I could long for your touch, but in my heart, I am afraid.
I am nowhere near a perfect man.
Just the thought of bringing you a moment of sadness, brings tears to my eyes.
This is why, I refer to you as Precious.
This pressure prompts me to walk away...
Your image, your words, your kindness hold me captive.
I am conflicted-
I am torn.
To be near you, I wish for more days.
Your smile, your eyes, I wish for more days.
An embrace...
I am conflicted-
I am torn.
Regardless of the form, very good. Shows humility and longing. We've all had those moments where we are in the presence of beauty and intelligence that we can't touch.
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
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