Poem: My Passions

Do not fear me young Goddess,
though my passion seems so deep.
This heart of mine,
wrought of the deepest gems,
my tongue tasting life to the fullest.
For a breath of fresh air is better than cable
and I'd give my left kidney to a friend.
So know that my words have a way when they will
of describing you greatly with grace;
It's only this poet
a boy with a heart
who writes whenever it stirs.
I am not a stalker or suicide love,
no husband or sleazy old creep.
I don't want your money
and have not a job,
just my heart
which like yours
is so great.
I beleive in your freedom,
I'd never decide
your dates or your mates or your friends.
And even though I'd be allowed
to sleep around with others,
I'd have no want, you'd be enough,
(I hope that doesn't smother).

A private lover,
just for you,
with no strings attatched.
Tell the world,
keep it secret,
but I think we match.
This is all I have to offer,
though one day, who knows?
I hope you like this gift I give you,
as our story grows.