I cannot fathom her consuming essence. <br />I recognize a silent erosion of my will, <br />and yet find myself <br />embracing the totality of my surrender. <br />Her simple laughter can stir and mix <br />my emotional being <br />my thoughts and words <br />my imagination <br />and then <br />momentarily eliminate my sense <br />of who I am <br />and who I will be. <br />Without effort she can both bemuse and bewilder <br />leaving me to wonder <br />without really caring <br />about the answers <br />Her presence can encircle my consciousness <br />like flames burning paper <br />yet I find myself elated <br />desiring more fire. <br />Thoughts of her barge into my mind <br />at inopportune moments <br />but more and more <br />my efforts to separate her image <br />from my present <br />are weak and invariably <br />come to no avail. <br />I cannot fathom her consuming essence <br />and I'm losing the desire to <br />and the reasons why <br /> I should continue to try.<br /><br />TP Sage<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-surrender-2/
