Desire Poem by Justin Evett

A name yet to do a angel justice
stricken by pashionate desire,
wanting what can never be his.
A beat of the heart,
tingling in the fingers,
as broken eyes are layed upon her beauty.
To have but one touch, one kiss,
would fill a mans soul with undieing warmth.
Desired by many,
taken by one.
What makes a man worthy of such a gift,
such a perfect girl.
Desire becomes obsession,
obsession becomes pain,
another lyes broken
when pain becomes nothing.