My heart has a habit of illuminating certain souls that radiate like the sun and enrapture me with their glow. Stolen glances ensue while I steady the euphoria within, maintaining a stoic facade for the intellectual evaluation to begin. My mind longs to know you and cleave your thoughts asunder, but how to achieve this without looking desperate I wonder? The role of passive spectator conflicts greatly with my nature, for this world is too short to roam like an impartial creature. If my heart feels for you I will surely make it known, just look to my eyes, this is where my affection is shown.
For I am a heart that beats,
a tongue that speaks,
a body that bleeds,
and a soul that seeks.
But these eyes also uncover truth when intentions are concealed, and sheds tears in isolation when affection is repealed. And though my tongue is not sharp with seeds of contempt, or my actions reflective of internal discontent, my gradual absence from your life and attempts to circumvent are the subtle signs of my heartache and efforts to forgot.
But life goes on and scars heal.
So I pray for a companion that will love and sacrifice, and who by God’s grace is my partner in paradise.