I’m never prepared
For the spiritual vulnerability of love,
Never prepared for accusations,
Insinuations, jealous imagination
Running unpredictably wild
Through the numerous games lovers play,
But I still want my arms around your waist,
Lips and fingers touching your face,
I still want to see your skirt
Lying lazily at the foot of the bed,
Smell your perfume on a pillow,
Grow breathlessly excited
Whenever you enter the room,
Suicidal and depressed whenever you leave,
I still want every heartbeat to race with desire
In a chaotic search to find you when I’m alone
In a lonely city, alone and dreaming,
Every pore breathing your name,
Inhaling the scent of your body
Until I’m insanely the slave
Of your every erratic wish and whim,
I still want to be desperately in love with you!
Uriah Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-still-want-to-be-desperately-in-love-with-you/
