The Beautiful Fear

Endless hours spent hoping,
lonely nights spent wishing,
and always wanting.
The yearning for what is undescribably beautiful,
the one who is perfect in every way.

His smile fills you with joy,
you pray for it to last a moment longer,
for this masterpiece, this picasso,
to stay that work of art forever.
His presence tinlges your spine,
an erection of a million pleasure emerges.
He intrigues.
His eyes speak the truth.
He's caring, generous, outgoing.
What more could you want?

Courage.
Oh how your fears eat at you,
manifesting on every shread of doubt,
turning passion into stress,
making the most beautiful things hideous.

You desire it all to go away.
The beautiful pleasure weighed down by hideous fear.
For what if you had never admired that beautiful smile,
your pleasure had never been intrigued by such an outstanding being.
Then you would never be haunted by the 'what-ifs.'

Fillth.
Slander.
Wretched mockery.
The beaty eyes,
The unheard wishpers,
Judgement in disguise.
Most treacherous of all,
Truths that haunt.