Feelings are not a choice or a decision! The only choices involved with feelings are whether to express, how to express if you will, or whether to dwell on or not, but whether to have the feelings or not, is not a choice, the mind does not govern the emotions except in the aforementioned ways.
Silence, company, calming, solitude, sweeter ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I love to be in your company reading in silence, it is like peaceful solitude, only sweeter. Your presence has a calming influence on me.
If only my imagination was reality (but it's not) You would be in love with me too it wouldn't be an easy situation we'd have to settle for quality of time together rather than quantity, but when I look at that face that I love so well and will miss with every bit of my heartwhen it leaves me behind I cannot help that I Love you with every sub-atomic particle of my being and that I want you passionately in my dreams. . . lips melting heat fairly sizzling against each other then my lips softly igniting every inch of you tongue teasing. . . volatile, intimate, on fire, feverish like I could never possibly get enough of you; that's how i would love you if I could.
All in my head that's all it'll ever be but, since I can never express the things I feel I pour them into poetry. . . poetry is my way of expressing what I either can't in reality or in some cases, such as spiritual poems stuff not many in my real world will care about. . . my thoughts (except of course the people at church, most months I have a poem in the churches newsletter except when I forget to send one in like the last two months) Poetry. . .I guess I'm lucky some people's feelings that would be unwelcome or inappropriate, have to just fester inside at least I have a way to let them out.
Invitation, paramount, landscape, application, claim ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Love landscape barren except for one beautiful sign of life. . . but I am barred access I can only speak from afar the answer I receive is kindness but the gaze is not in my direction, I am not of paramount importance. The only beauty my heart can see, love, and want is beyond description in importance to me the love i feel consumes me. There is, however, no invitation to come nearer. . . and my applications in this area. . . gently and vaguely rejected. So, I think I am paralyzed, any claim of my ardent love and passion would only force a kind soul to step out of character in order to send me away; a heartache I'd rather choose to embrace, than to put the loved one in that place!
Cliff-hanging ass facing oblivion; Oblivion, is a mist to those who disregard it's existence and a ravine littered with sharp facts and pointy heartaches to those who dwell there in the land of the forgotten having fallen out of the heart and mind of someone they love. . . to whom they no longer exist.