My desire no longer seeks and marvels at your offering, travels and needs.
There has begun a wedge between what longing, want and beckoning I had before you.
My eyes have seen;
Your will has left me wanting,
Your pull created doubts,
and your solutions were without.
Is this resolution,
a light of transforming direction?
Or indeed, is it to be a change of weary,
dissipating an uncovered bliss, adventure and vision yet to be.
Whichever the destination lay;
As if engraved, your existence has great hold upon me.
This brings me at war, which I fight to end.
Alas,
whether our relate goes fourth or erroads;
this state of conflict within me, must end.
