Achilles' Heel

She turns away to cry,
to me it seems..... majestic
a broadcast of pure expression
spread on canvas, eclectic
she's infatuating, i can't resist
the sudden movement of her shoulders
the subtle briskness of her wrists.

She laughs that laugh,
to me it seems..... infectious
a sound that resonates in my mind
hide my eagerness. anxious
I enjoy the things she implies
her dry sence of humour
and the swift boldness of her eyes

That texture,
always echoes a recollection
and a sharp tingle up my spine,
fine to touch,
a slight inflection.
I can find the right smile
That's basically all I have to give
That, a chestful of devotion
Emotion and a plethora of moments
That I wish to relive.

She slowly walks past,
to me it seems..... inticing
admire from a distance, yet not too far
my curiosity is slowly rising
I just cant find the words
observe her audacious nerve,
or the bends of her hypnotic curves.

The nights are still lonely though
to me it seems..... cold
if only i had something to offer
or could shower her in gold
my heart full of love, but pockets full of lint
I'd lean in close and softly hint:

"you fuel the fire in my belly,
you bury the demons,
and everything i have for you deepens"

I'll give up music.
I'll give up writing.
I'll give up smoking.
I'll give up drinking,
I'll give up swearing, spending and thinking,
Reading, sleeping in and not eating.
but, I want something in return
I want a moment, by your side
I want to earn it without concern.
I want to burn down the great divide
and then rise my head in pride

Yet i sigh that dreaded sigh
to me it seems..... pointless
she appears too content without me
and i find it hard to be an optimist
She has no idea of what i feel
i'll keep my cards close to my chest
because she's my achilles' heel.