This one thing I have yearned for
That which I have craved, prayed and dreamt about
Lands on my laps and somehow seems to cripple me.
Love for which I earnestly wished
To have my heart beat excitedly for
Sits on my heart
And somehow I fear I’d die
From an un-beating heart.
I love, I try to be indifferent
I am loved, I try to be indifferent.
In my indifference is a longing
To be as loved as I already am
But somehow this indifference stifles me and I choke
From an abundance of the presence of that which I need
And the absence of a will to revel in the lovely presents present to fill my unquenched satisfaction .