You passed me by
So fast and so quick
Leaving in my mind
A sweeping imprint
Of you, of you.

I try to erase
The mark you left
But to no avail
Your mark is indelible.

I pound the rock
On which your face is etched
But my hammer is useless
Against the deep imprint
Of you, of you.

I toss and turn
Each and every night.
I sleep restless thinking
Of you, of you.

why can I become
So much of a fool
To ever be so into you
Why in shit’s sacred name
Be I too engrossed
In the thought of you
Why in the world
Could I not contain
The excitement I have inside
Whenever I see the eyes
Of you, of you.

Call it lust so impure
Name is caring so divine
No matter how you may so gladly call it
I still want so much
Of your face shining through each day
Still want so much
Of your face beholding each night
So much more
Of you, of you.

09/20/2001

Posted on 09/20/2001
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