Your Presence Remains

 

I am fearful that I have no ability to break away from your cascading clutch.

I try to escape the memories of you scent, your beauty and have failed as such.

You are always here, constantly with me, gently taunting.

And I unable to reduce you am tortured, enduring this haunting.

 

Try as I must, nothing sufficiently atones the depth of my affection.

Needing the gentleness of your thrust, I am ravaged by the necessity of my affliction.

No one else can give me what you have fulfilled from the start.

With another I grow impatient and weary for the one thing only you can impart.

 

You alone can satiate the altruism of my desires.

You alone have engrained within me the one thing that inspires.

I no longer wish to entertain the thought of someone else.

I have no wish to give away what I have preserved only for you, for something less.

 

I freely give of my heart, sheltering it from unsolicited advances.

Carefree of missed opportunities; evading an abundance of chances.

That may come and go, trusting that this which we share,

Is worthier than futile encounters that unfailingly go nowhere.

 

You are so much more than you will truly ever know.

Your presence remains with me; that which you have shown.