Through your eyes, I have only met. <br />Through our spirit, we have known for a time. <br />The times we may or may not have obsessed, <br />And wonder if one's heart shall be mine. <br /> <br />For I sense you through the nights, <br />From the whispers of the stars. <br />Your thoughts bring my heart into flight, <br />Even from afar. <br /> <br />But my imagination precedes me, <br />For love is not sent through the wind. <br />But through your voice, feelings, and what is to see. <br />Or what's left is wonder what might have been. <br /> <br />To only obsess about what is meant to be. <br />Never to know whether the heart is warm or cold. <br />This is not love, but tender curiosity. <br />For I cannot love what the heart does not know.<br /><br />william luo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/loving-an-obsession/
