Three Questions

How much do you love me?
How much do you want me?
How much do you need me?

All this and more, I want to know-
I want to know the answers to these questions-
These questions, that filter through my mind-
As my mind wonders in its innocent quest-
An innocent quest, a sinful game-
A sinful game, I'll call it what I want-
But what I want is you.

How much do I love you?
How much do I want you?
How much do I need you?

These questions, they run through my mind-
In my mind, they're haunting me-
Haunting me, so much it leaves me to answer-
And I answer truthfully-
As my heart speaks through my words, truthfully.

If I could reach up to the highest heavens
And take a star for you
I would do it, I would take it
Because I know that you would do the same, it's true.

If you want to tell me your fears
Gladly, I will open my ears to your words
Slowly, and quietly, I will take them all in
And hold them close, as our silence is heard.

If I find you in your darkest moment
I would try my best to comfort you
I don't want to see you shed a tear
But if you do, I will cry with you.

If you want me to kiss your lips under a full moon
This is my promise
That I will, and I won't regret
Every sensation, as we let our passion consume.

I love you more than my feelings can express
I love you more than I want to confess
I want to be near you, with you, by you, every single day
I love you more than my words can say.



I love you.




Poetry by Kel
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Written on 2006-07-07 at 00:19

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tony
well, i must say, not a bad piece, not at all. though, on the verge of being cliche, still seems to develop upon itself, and not the rhetoric afterthoughts of 'love' in the sense man has placed it...

though, as i was reading, and enjoying the manner in which you referred to feeling, emotion, to comfort, and overall, your basis and portrayal, of love, i wondered...this man is questioning the idea of love, which he has offered a girl, and which the girl offers him...so...what sort of love, true love, could this really be? that is my only question, and while it really isnt so much pertaining the form or effort of the piece, it directly relates to the thought implied...so...i figured it plenty justified...

anyways. i enjoyed it, a good piece of writing, overall...
2006-07-07