She is the want I don't need
The answer to my desires
Pursued with a zeal that see's not the devil's wrong
Till becomes an addiction that steals my sanity
With substle ease
She is my need i didn't know to want
Her countenance restoring balance to my wavering normality
Appreciating her but for a moment
For the strenght to pursue my want
Destructive yet so addictive
Blinded to know the need i should have wanted
Which no more be
Desolate yet still hoping to fulfill my need for the strenght
To pursue my want
Tis the preference of a fool
What I want I don't need
What I need I don't want
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well penned treatment of two words which drive us all to the limit at times - - - and your last two lines are great........ thanks for this.......10 from Fay,