Sunday of Love

                                                                     Every time

Every time I start to breath

Something happens

Every time I walk free

something hinders me

Everytime I try to break through

Something stops me

Every time I try to believe

Someone fails me

Every time I start to live

Someone leaves me

Every time I feel like this

Something dies in me

You can heal my body

You can't heal my soul

What's this consuming fire

That burns me whole,

This unique desire 

To seduce, to conquer,

To please and worship my dear love?

No matter what he's like

No matter how weird
Or common he can be

I simply don't mind

Wish he'd see

Loving and caring

Is all I need

If I could make him understand

That I mean no harm

What is good for him,

I would have to abide.

                                       

                         

I'll keep on feeling, wishing and longing. I'll keep on trying to find what I am searching for.