Beautiful Stranger

What is this?
What pull and tug of life's tricks follows me now?

I see the soul of you,
The pitfalls and circular logic.
I see your passions and quest for beauty,
Beauty in all things,

Even me.

I cherish your innocence in the world,
You've lived for so long.

I feel the fires of your heart,
In the soft, sweet, brush of our kiss.
I feel it in the firmness of your hand,
As it rests on my womb,
The gentle longing pull it leaves,
As your fingers dance in my hair.

But through all this,
Your gentle sweetness and sincere compliments,
I know you are not mine.

I love your company,
but I will not share it for eternity.
I blush at your words and crave your lips,
but know they will wither and die away.

Does that make me a hollow soul?
Does that lie to your intentions?

I fear the lie,
I fear to leave You, astray.
It is true You have taught me to fear.

But would you have me enamored,
So over-whelming addicted to you?
It would smother you,
Crush the creative spark inside you.

No, I would not die to you, to be born to "us."
"We", I guess, must sit in concert,
Treasuring the power of touch and the dew,
Gathered in the creases of each others mouths.

And when the morning lark sings His song,
We'll part, "we" becoming "you and I."
Happy for our time together,
Excited, for our future lies,
Like the young actor,
Standing ready in the wings,
Waiting to begin the play.