Profound Love

Love is a mellow sweet;
You let it linger in your mouth slowly melting – pleasurable,
You hide your angelic smile as if I am a forbidden fruit that you wish to indulge,
Yet from afar you ponder and wonder, yearning for me. I am sublime. A step too far that you are sceptical to take,
When we are near, you blush like a hot summer tomato, ripening at your every glance,
My emotions reined in, apprehensive of my next move as you judder towards me,
Our eyes intertwine, longer than a simple fleeting look, yet you disconnect yourself-
You think I am oblivious, unaware of your presence and your mannerism, but I am not, the silence converses louder than the drumming of our pulse,
For what I see before me is a man, living falsely in my ubiquity, eluding me… WHY?
Why must you become flushed, hesitant, anxious, and hasty? Why must you weaken as you stumble towards me?
You believe that I can’t see the way you gaze at me, yet when I raise my head you chortle at the ground,
Whether you are nurturing a broken heart or torturously waiting,
Love cannot be hidden or ridden.