The Consequences Of Me And You


Shall I speak of the consequence
One, that your attention causes?

Words you utter keep me stunned,
My heart stops up at your gazes.

I am known to have just one gift;
To feel things with intense passion

Yet it happens to consume me;
A divine fire, I cannot abandon

In sleepless nights, I sing to you
A song, however, incomplete

On bright days, I write you letters
Ardent proses, yet bittersweet

I am indeed burned with desire
The consequence you must construe

If this is the damage of attention
Imagine, what your love will do.