I Didn't Want . . .

I didn't want to love you, 
but your light 
penetrated all the barriers I erected 
and reached deep inside my heart 
to set my world aglow. 
You inspired bliss like I'd never known 
and made me hear the music again. 
Not a minute escapes me 
without thoughts of you. 
I didn't want to need you, 
but after I saw your face, 
I've never stopped thinking about you, 
and I crave your nearness, 
yearn to wrap you in my arms 
and press your body close to mine. 
I didn't want to need you, 
but imagining life without you 
is unbearable. 
How dark and grim would be the days; 
how long and stark would be the nights. 
Even heaven-sent angels 
would be unable to replenish 
the spark of life 
in my soul. 
I didn't want to desire you, 
yet I hunger for you like the springtime 
blossom hungers for sunshine. 
I need your touch, and I want 
to make love to you 
slowly and passionately 
before the fire. 
Only my fantasies of you, 
wonderfully hot 
yet silky and soft, 
sustain me.