desire

Sweetly, your voice it sounds,
Calling my name, catching my attention,
To my pride, you appeal,
Fanning the flame to gratify,
A longing for importance,
A wanting for admiration.

How attractive you appear,
The thought of you holding my mind,
Not for my own desire but your best, I think,
Seeking an excuse; no, a chance to bless, I say.

And so over and over do I hold,
The picture of you in my mind,
But when closer and closer I look,
Your image always morphs and changes,
Showing the ugliest side I've ever seen,
As insidious as it is revolting,
The picture of me.

sč
Singapore, February 24th, 2008