The magic of reflected love
I live for those times,
Those times with you.
I thrive after my trips,
And what we do.
You are my heart,
My rhythm, my beat.
You keep me sane,
Make me complete.
The longer I’m away,
I feel frayed.
The longer we’re apart,
Sanity’s strained.
Because I live for you,
And our times as one.
You make me whole,
When I could easily come undone.
There are two sides to every story.
There are certainly two sides to me.
There’s the loving cuddly father figure.
There’s the the beast seeking depravity.
Sometimes I fight to keep me inside.
Sometimes I just set me free.
Sometimes I tire of this double life.
Sometimes I wish I weren’t me.
For having two sides is such hard work.
Having two sides where one’s perceived as a jerk.
Is tiring to the point that all energy’s gone.
Exhausting the rationale that I’m big, that I’m strong.
And sometimes I crumble.
Sometimes I cry.
Sometimes I wish the world away.
Sometimes I wish I’d die.
But like the world I keep turning around.
I keep the beast securely bound.
I have the strength to live the day.
Hoping that your love will keep me at bay.
And sometimes I think the beast is cool.
Sometimes we don’t need society’s rules.
Sometimes it’s good to let loose and be free.
Sometimes I love like you, both of me.
All the world wants to feel that need.
That pleasure that blossoms from a seed.
The rush that courses from your heart.
When love is renewed, fired to start.
All the world needs that place.
To which they run, their safe space.
Where they know no harm can ever come.
There they are themselves, the special one.
I’m lucky I have both, I have them in you.
Whom I love complete, I love true.
And in your heart I’ve found my place.
In your love I feel safe.
I’m lucky I know, unique perhaps.
For not all get to have that fleeting chance.
To find their soulmate, like I’ve done.
To find that place to which I run.
You, your body,
Your mind and more.
I want it all,
With my all, to its core.
I need you to feel,
All that I feel.
I need you to feel,
That I am real.
You, my wildest fantasy,
My dream come true.
But the fact, the reality,
There’s no dream to pursue.
For that vision,
That image in our heads.
Doesn’t compare to the reality,
To the facts in dream’s stead.
For it’s you, your body,
Your mind and more.
All that I want,
The reality I adore.