AN: this is something I've been struggling with for a while. I'd love to hear your opinions and reviews thank you.
Love of a different kind
Innocent, pure, fresh and new, the kind of love I dreamed would be mine.
To my dismay, and so sad to say, it was only something for which I would pine.
How long must I wait, how long must I toil, how long must I suffer and grind.
I reach, I grasp, Oh but alas, I slowly fall behind.
I watch it slip, I watch it fade, as if I am going blind.
Unable to attain, or call it's name for I am no longer young or kind.
So sweet so pure such a rare and beautiful find.
I must settle you see, for a lustful love for me, a love of a different kind.
It burns, it consumes, it scrambles and weights on my mind.
Though is it real? this love i feel, and is it only mine?
This lusty display this carnal heart play, is this all there is to mend this broken heart of mine...