Just a speck

What am I to say
words are the only form I have
how else am I to convey
my feelings
my appealings
my wanting to show you the
colour of my ceilings
my desperate
my genuinely
articulate
my quite particular
you make the white
of my orbicular
turn from round
to a lenticular
true needings
your the tarot
to my deck
of true readings
I would like to be
the speck
of dust on your shelf
that caused a sneezing
anything would do
as long as it held a meaning .
These are all I have
just words to use
there not an attemption
to bemuse
nor a contemption
of you
you electricute
all of my past
into an ash
and down a forever gone shoot.
You pulse
through my mind
my thoughts convulse
turning me blind
your warmth it pulls
away my DNA
causing it to unwind
I wish to divulge
and be kind
but you tell me
that honesty
is hard to find
well honestly
hear this from me
you blow out
my f**king mind
and you
are the glue ,  to the bind
in the spine , that holds together
all that I , could ever
hope to possibly endeavour
to begin to search  
within or without , whatever
I know that another day
never
shall I come across two
of you to ensue
with such fervour
as I do with you
I knew
from the second
I saw you .
Please don't wrongly take me
or strongly , foresake me
I aint a messed up crazy
that is just how you make me .
So what am I to say
when words are all I have
to convey .