The Other One

Another soul, gently strolling by,
It caught my eye, and then it spoke,
A voice so soft, my every breathe were chokes,
It touched my skin, and I became whole.

It's laugh sends my hopes as high as they could go,
Because inside, I know that it should be mine,
But I was too slow, and now I can't go,
As far as I wish I could.

And it knows I would,
And it uses it against me,
Tickling the fibers of my being,
And teasing me every way it can.

It's torture to know that what should be mine, isn't.
But I endure, and it's meaning grows with every second,
Because, truly, it's the only thing that knows me,
And I can't be without it.

The other one breathes life into me,
But I'm afraid to call it love,
Because when I get there, and I admit it,
It may decide it's had enough.