Revelatory

Were I a gnat
Feasting on a rotting corpse
I would not be content
Not without you
Here I am though
The object of your obsession
Even with my weaknesses
Something still draws you
Renewed addictions
Old age
These mean nothing
At least to a point
My charm
Though hard to define
Has had its way with you
Words of beauty
Dripping from your sober heart
Redefine your emotions
Identifying the root cause

You are in love

That is good

For so am I

© 2006, Mosquitobyte