Is it obsession, addiction…
could it be infatuation, love, or admiration?
Maybe it’s lust,
and it’s been lust all this time?
Possibly a confession of the heart would tell all.
Perhaps the soul would know what it’s called.
When the dreams never stop coming,
and the thoughts are forever running…
the short breaths, and the heart yearning.
This feeling hurts…yet it feels so damn nice.
This pounding of the chest…
the heart and soul are having a fight.
But what is it they argue…this feeling inside?
Could it be love…they argue, or is ‘love’ a far cry?
The missing, the dreaming,
the thinking, the feigning.
When does this fighting end,
or does it go on forever?
Do the heart and soul make up,
and do they quit the fight and sever?
Do they finally agree,
what this feeling is… that feels just right?
They agree it’s the ending…of their heart and soul fight.
Both agree…there is only one fit that this feeling could be.
‘Love’ of course is the fit…it fits just perfectly.
Danielle Gianni Corrick