Sigh...

I am mad... At me.
For no more sinister reason than
That I am still blantantly, almost unreasonably
Merely a man.

Yet still my thoughts orbit you.

I do not want you.
I do not want this.
This... This feeling si true
As if it was imprinted during my synthesis.

And constantly my thoughts orbit you.

I guess I should accept it.
This need to be with another being.
And since it is you my soul has chosen to orbit
And you my heart is constantly seeing...

I think I love you