Ah, The Exquisite Years Of This Desire Poem by Uriah Hamilton

I’ve been lost on friendless streets
Wanting to cry and paralyzed at stop signs;
But I feel like I’m evolving into delicate beauty,
Becoming a flower or a Shakespeare sonnet.

If you were with me today,
It would be moonlight music on romantic avenues
And sauntering in the sun kissing your shoulders;
I have a restless heart in love with your eyes
And dreaming of your arms.

We were never really lovers,
But the one time you casually removed your blouse
In front of me like you were a runway model,
I was mesmerized by the Dior fragrance of your skin
And drunk on the loveliness of your essence.

I have no desire beyond a glass of wine
On a Parisian boulevard in the afternoon
And to eternally capture you
In a Renoir canvas worthy of your soul
And the splendor of your face.