by Damien Knight

I want, a phrase I say
a sign of my desire,
longing to control.
My goals, set ever higher

push my purpose aside,
be what I am not.
Love isn’t about pride
but I can’t help be me.

My desire is her,
my agenda is passion,
my heart is in love,
truth cannot be held in.

Others try to sway me.
She pushes away
like the fleeing sea,
but I am here waiting.

Open arms, warm smile
eager to embrace her
be the one she relies
to be an anchor.

I have no other goal
my heart is for her.
The key to my soul
is her’s to hold.

My existence is love
to be with her alone.
My agenda is desire
this my fire is shown.