Poem: why its me. why its you...

You, who takes me by the hand,
take my breath as well.
you, who makes humble my words
make feeble my actions
you, who I cannot understand
but love undeniably.
you, who haunts me,
flawless as you are,
simple and beautiful and
never around to hear me say it.
me, I say it then to the wind,
confess to tides that I love.
you, who is so amazing
I cannot express,
wrap around me in that kind of splendor
wrap me in a fever I cannot undress,
I cannot accept
one I cant control.
me, I take to crying
and you, in my mind which works endlessly,
take to the sky.
and me, as it sit here
baffled, thankful
can be nothing more than simple,
do nothing more than admire.
and me, walking, I
throw confessions into the wind
and hope that you, loving me as you do
do the same.
and wind, my faithful listener
you, who puts up with my rantings,
take my words with consideration
and do not lose a single one
or dilute a single emotion
for it is all real,
but I, a weak person
cannot admit that
as I would like to.

c. 2003
M.Gapany