Enhancer

I don’t know how I found you,

The light in my heart, held the torch for you,

The rare gem,  rarest of all, bright and shining,

You stand out , shadowing rest all.

You have spoken words, brutal and honest,

Loved the use of your expressions and exasperations,

Stressed over the sentences, sighed over the phrases,

Held tears in my eyes,  mostly of joy, few of sadness.

Lengthy praises, are a novice,

Nascent writer in me, sprang out with joy and pride,

Wanted to look at the world, gloating in its kalopsia,

I had to scowl at it, it calmed down, but not without a fight.

My logical head, was trying hard too,

Fighting a losing battle to pride and emotions,

Caved way to your relentless pursuit,

Am a slave of words, how come you knew?

What are you to me?

Friend? Follower?  Feminine enhancer?

fantasy? Fanatic? Fancier?

Devotee?  or just another feeling?

 I am that dope,

That’s addicted to the junkie.

I am that parasite, hanging on to you,

That needs to be fed, all the time, with praise.

Rare gems these are for me,

I will adore my naked soul with these,

I will wear it with pride and without caution,

For they fit no one but me.

I am your addict.