The Need of You

I tire of trying
to let you know;
how each day
this love grows.

I am done fighting
what I feel;
whether imagined
or real.

Maybe it's just
a lonely heart
searching for a
fresh start.

Maybe it's just
A need to feel;
something innocent,
something real.

Maybe it is
just the desire,
to once again
feel love's fire.
Burning within
my chest,
granting my
weary soul rest.

The need of
A heart filled;
One so excited,
and so thrilled.
With the expectation
of being loved;
Sadness and emptiness
out of it shoved,
By the greatest gift,
that of your love.