That feeling

My soul screams out behind closed doors,

A restlessness seeps deep within.

My thoughts and prayers unable to curb or control,

I yearn for that familiar feeling. 

That touch, that caress, a whisper, a squeeze.

No I haven't felt these pangs before. 

Now I've seen the face of true love,

And defies it logic, reason or understanding. 

Now I can see that the burgeoning population,

Cannot be borne of this feeling.

It's irony lies in its gentle eating away,

Whilst at the same time it is blossoming. 

I turn to people for help and advice

To those who've never felt its gentle caress or raging tempest.

The very fiber of the being destroyed,

And yet the release of the soul witnessed. 

Yes, I've felt it, lived it, known it, breathed it,

It tore me inside out and then rebuilt it.

Perhaps whole I shall never be again,

But having known love's sharp fangs I shall in a heart beat relive it.