Wonderful Passion

 

Oh my soul. I do not know what I should do.
My heart is held hostage in this mindless game
Of waiting and hoping for shadows that grew;
In endless excitement for feelings I cannot name.
I am a searcher seeking one that I can fully posses.
One soul that I can hold and mould into my own.
One heart that I can keep without ever a lost guess
Of what she is seeing when she is not alone.
In tender mercy I hope that this hope of mine
Shall grow and develop into a treasured love.
For this is the seeking which fills my time;
This is the mystery of  sanity that I speak of.
Oh my soul. How gently I use you to peek
at the wonderful passion I so earnestly seek. 
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