I Want To Love Only Her (J'ai Besoin D'elle by Mr. Elliot N.M.) Poem by Isadora Quagmire

I want to love only her, but it's forbidden to me,
I long to kiss her there, in night's dark mystery.
I want to gaze upon her, to touch without shame,
To follow where she goes, for love's my only aim.
I want her close again, as that evening before,
When friendship disappeared, and I hoped for more.
I let a dream be born—and it smothered my breath,
One kiss on her hair—sweet life turned to death.
Love is a torture, tender yet slow,
It grips at my throat, it drowns all I know.
She loves me not, yet my fevered mind,
Feels her soft hand in the dark entwined.
I love you, I love you, I love you—again,
I'll say it till bursting, I'll shout it through pain,
I'll whisper it low till memory's gone,
Till love and forgetting become one.