Ever Restless

And it keeps me up.

My heart is swollen,

swallows more blood.

Blood in your name.

And it though speaks of euphoria,

it echoes with despair.

My smile is weak and aweful in your prescense, 

but it compares not to what I feel.

Ever so reluctantly do I admire 

nearly everything about you.

Ever so reluctantly am I mad for

the man beneath those celadon eyes,

the man behind that cunning smirk.

I will never know.

Reviews

[Angel Veselinov]

Very nice piece a lot of emotion and desire but sad end because of the inevitable true that the unknown is the hardest thing for us people to live in.