Love

Love,

what other love is there, but this?

` This lingering, tugging, pulling, merciless call.

Oh love,

should I let your eyes meet mine when I'm like this?

In a state where desire drowns my sanity.

Love,

have you ever felt as strange as this?

When not only mind, but body too escape control.

My love,

do I still make sense in all of this?

I'm asking you, because this is what you've made me to be.