The Love That's You

How does one describe your allure?
How do I make you see?
What can I say or do to explain
what you mean to me?

It's not the outer one who draws
though that itself is appealing;
it's the one who resides within
and induces my emotional healing.

Graying hair, that is true,
the debate of hazel eyes...
your incredible, sexy, timbered voice
will always get my rise.

But all of those are exterior being,
as I gaze deep into your eyes;
the passion, hope, and depths within
and the intensity it implies.

You claimed to be a simple man
in an attempt to pretend no connection...
a good technique, I must admit,
but useless despite harmless intentions.

In your eyes I see the fires
restrained and contained all these years...
then suddenly confronted with mine,
I see the stirring and subsequent fears.

You know we connect, just as I do,
and the possibles fill you with need.
However your person is also thus filled
with the vows that you feel you must heed.

I see a surrender as you allow caring to grow,
confusion, frustration run high;
What to do on the field of us now is wondered
convincing your heart it's a lie.

It all being bogus would suit your heart well,
since then it would not have to doubt...
but you know deep inside, I am truthful with you
and you do not want to live, now, without.

If the doubts that you foster when we are apart
were honestly what you did feel,
returning to me time and again
would never be part of this deal.

The sands of time, measured in days
each passing one it grows stronger;
the bonds and the ties and attachments all hold
time spent together gets longer.

Tentative kisses become, over weeks,
bolder, impassioned displays....
Hesitant touches turn to knowing embraces
changing to civility in the light of day.

Whispered confessions, undercover exchanges,
hours and hours spent together;
it's still not enough, though the flesh is sated,
the soul always reaches to endeavor.

Connections of flesh, connections of emotions,
they spark all around between us;
connections of minds, connections of souls
fighting the connection is useless.

Skeletons pulled from their secret, dark closets
rattle but cannot divide us;
deadened emotions rising like phoenixes
only serve to strengthen our trusts.

I told you all this, months ago
I knew there was something between us...
Drawn to you magnetically, and the way we both are
it was certain to be far more than lust.

You got here shortly after dawn,
leaving now, it's turning to dusk...
nothing was eaten, nothing to drink,
the taking of so many risks.

Gentle, loving, slow carresses,
sweet and easy kisses;
fevered, urgent, bodies pressing,
sudden changes, heartbeat misses.

So much covered, so much said,
so many whispered confessions...
different backrounds, different people
but doesn't even feel like concessions.

Wanting to be part of you
drawn into your being...
Needing you to be part of me
the same vision we are seeing.