Crescendo Poem by Clau Day

Such happiness, as butterflies in the stomach
A raging fire.
Such pain, an ardor
From the deepest of my core.
The major part of my being
He came, and took me.

Is this an illusion
Or simply a dream, result of my
Imagination?

Dancing, I need freedom.
Singing, being able of breathing.
Screaming, the feelings' releasing.
Expressing this complicity
Between two souls set apart
In this high state of art.

Naivety, innocence
Need, grace.
Nonexistent child
Grown as a woman, no more than a human.

You own me.