For Whom?

Left Wanton
It seems that is all you leave me
Anytime my eyes come across yours
it is like a birth
First I know nothing
Then you exist
suddenly I am brought back
by desiring you
wanting to see
your shape and Form
what makes you who you are
And why I want you so
Can I control desire?
yes to some extent
like a glass a water
controls the overflow
by not being able to hold anymore
supersaturated is what I am around you
I am no longer me
But I am mixed with you
Sometimes I am scared
that you are maybe just a dream
A thought that I play with
but will never hold in my hands
Somehow I get proven wrong
by the curve of your smile
Once again it's immature
but it's all I have.