Always More

It is sitting here alone that it hits me.
Like a bird has flown into my chest, hitting me hard, but letting its wings flutter lightly:
Love.
That insatiable, unquenched thirst for more.
Always more.

You do not realize how much more I always want your love.
I do not understand how something so intangible can be so strong:
Love.
Leaving me wanting more with every second I spend with you that passes.
Always more.

Almost like a puppet show, the strings attached to my heart.
Pulling and tugging left, right, left, right:
Love.
Connected to my feelings for you, wanting to be pulled more.
Always more.

Illiterate when describing those feelings, that is how I am.
So I turn to poetry. For centuries, I am sure, being used to say how we feel:
Love.
Two poems about you now, my soul yearning to write more to explain to you.
Always more.

Every breath I take, I breathe for you.
I live for you, for what I hope is in store for the future:
Love.
But things have changed, I breathe harder now, wanting to take in more of your love.
Always more.

Like yin and yang, positive and negative, north and south, that is how we are.
Moving in unison, keeping energies equal, balancing one another:
Love.
To make you happy forever, depression is a price I would gladly pay, to bottle up inside to never touch your beautiful spirit again, but instead give you more of my love.
Always more.

And should there come a day when you no longer wish for my presence,
I shall stand alone in the shadows, to wait for you to want me once more:
Love.
And should you never want me again, I will live my life alone, eternally grateful for the time we shared, never in regret, but with a smile and love.
Forever, and for always more.