Anne-Marie Christine Poetry

Does it show
The depth of my sickness
I suffer from desire
Sick with love
Can I call it love
For what else pierces the heart like a dagger
Only you can heal me
For you alone gave the ailment

I yearn to hear your voice say my name
As you gentle hands move the hair from my face
These moments have imprisoned me
I welcome actual prison instead
For it is less cruel
I fear my conflict carries an eternal sentence
With longing that burns like slow fire that never extinguishes
I confess you have such power over me

Betraying all instincts
I try to forget you
To deny you
I could attempt my whole life
But how could my heart live that way
I hover near insanity
With you engraved in my soul
If I perish from lack of thy touch and love
This is yours to know
Of how you affected me so

Poet: Anne-Marie Christine