The feeling of intensity,
Setting my heart ablaze,
Scorched by your memory.
Sitting alone in an empty room,
I think of you,
Trying to understand how you managed to make such an impact so unexpectedly.
You say you are not a thief,
But a part of my entire being feels lost since I have met you,
Although I have no quarrels cause the robbery feels far from a crime.
Your eyes tell a story that speak in volumes,
Your touch so electrifying my heart never ceases to skip a beat or two,
Your smile a gift to all who have the chance of baring witness to it.
I have never felt so complete missing another person,
Balancing on the tightrope of true love and insanity,
Maybe the mixture of both is the real recipe.