Poem Study: Yearning

Your hands reach inside my mind, twisting, pulling, exposing the weaknesses

I can feel the pain of expansion and yet nothing brings me greater joy 

I want to take your shape, in its fullness, to grasp your soul which enriches

Intertwining, becoming inseparable in a love no one can destroy

You wrench at my heart with unknown cruelty 

A distance so vast and bleak it threatens to tear me apart

Can I ever be yours? Oh how I yearn for thee

Speak to me in sweet words of love to soothe my aching heart 

But what am I, an undeserving wretch

I ask for something far beyond what I could ever give

A worthless offering, a twisted sketch

In return for a love which is is oh so addictive

My life is an empty page given to you with gentle hands and bowed head, for you to write what you will

But it is my want, that what you write, be words of love, or the beating of my heart may yet grow still