Since I met you

Since I met you,
There is a taste left in my mouth,
That leaves other fruits benign, bitter.

Since I met you,
I have become captivated all over...
And all over again...

And since I met you,
I couldn't put my fingers on it...
But I was watching...
You were laughing...

I was surprised.

Then you greet me...
With those eyes...
And the sweet-sour, of your skin on mine
And I am taken to a dream, unaware, if you're in it with me.
I try reading you, most beautiful thing...
And I think that what I have is something,
Though barely scraping any surface...
Story-lines are traceable...
If you but stay, and trace them for me.

Since I met you,
YOU
Are the only one.
I've, sort of hated that...seeing our circumstance...
Or the possible push-pull of your words.

Since I met you...
A fear and love, take shifts guarding
An imaginary gate.

Gateway, my love.
Gateway.

And since...
Since all of this,
The little things that keep stacking up...
That indeed somehow mean the world to me...
I have written two songs from my heart...
A letter you may never get...
And poems, seeping...
And only to continue should indeed,
You steel away with my heart.

Since I met you,
I have somehow...
Managed to fall in love.

It wasn't long...

And that goes against everything
I do
And don't want.

And there's nothing
I seem to be able to do about it...
Except to just go along for the ride.

That...
And focus on me...
So I don't fall too deeply...

If you have no intention
Of Running with me.
Hell...
Let us Dance.
And Fly.
And love...

If you can.