I talk You appear to listen. I confide in you my deepest needs No response I ask you a question You nod The question I asked didnít require a nod but an answer. Was the question not clear? What is it you fear? Can my love be so wrong? Do you not see itís this strong? To entertain such coldness and yet still stand before you. Look not at me but into your own As what you need is not clear. I have shown you what I need Now you must show me. If I knew I wouldnít be bewildered by the mere thought. Each of us view from a different side of light. In order for us to see things in the same light We must share the image in our minds. When combined the image can become one and then We can share that which we have not. Unobstructed, mutual love. Having broken the binds that constricted it. It can now blossom into what it was meant to be. Each of us getting what we expected from it. And growing together for things we have yet to expect. Ecstasy, Pure ecstacy.
I really liked this; how it started out basically questioning whether the other party was even listening, and going on, cataloguing the false parts of relationships, all the way to the end, where it can only be assumed the narrator hasn't really felt this "pure ecstacy," because otherwise he wouldn't be romanticizing it as the be-all-end-all of everything. A lot said in this poem. Keep 'em comin'!