A Poem of Love

You talk of the beauty of unrequited love,
and hold my gaze with those seductive eyes..
burning me, scorching me
'Stop', I cry, 'not again'!
But its too late
I'm already in love.

Plunged into a sea of agony and ecstasy,
nothing to hold onto except uncertainty,
burning in the heat of your voice..
drowning in the black of your hair..
'Stop', I cry, 'not again'!
But its too late
I'm already in love.

What magic did you work?
that altered me so much!
I feel myself shiver
even without your touch.
I feel like reaching out
and I feel like holding back,
the intensity heightens...
my heart, 'tis poisoned,
'Not again...please!'
But I'm already in love....