For the love I have for you

Would that I could invisible myself save that I am consumed by my deep and true love for thou. Why is it, I ask myself, that it is so difficult for us to accept kindness and compassion that come from the heart? I find my heart aching and breaking daily as it longs for you. The fact that you belong to another is well resident, but you have given yourself to others while in your supposed committed relationship. Perhaps I could accept being the other man, but I'm not the secondary or even the tertiary one but one among many. Oh, how I wish I'd never touched you. Dare I say that I wish I'd never met you? Having experienced the exquisite taste of you, out of my mind and heart I cannot get you.

Opposing forces are conflicted within me. It is amoral to desire the love of another. Yet, love you I do. I desire to hold and caress your heart as if it always has been, and ever will be, mine. I would do anything to feel your essence wash over me, drip down me, and have done many things for your sake. When eyes were first set upon you, they scarcely noticed you. Then, in the reality of a dream you came to me and flung open the doors of my passion. The next time I set eyes upon you...what comfort beat within my breast as the organ of life missed its rhythm with a sigh. Your heart is not mine however. It dwells elsewhere. I have been a hero for you. I've been a confidant and angel and a shoulder to cry on. If I could but ask you, and you give, that which I need most of all, bliss would be. For, the love I have for you...