So filled up... Emotions brimming while each corner of my mind is slowly skimming this poetry that is you. Too filled up... Certain love ballads...have me fighting back the tears and the few that do manage to drip are filled with joys and fears. Bittersweet tears they are... Bitter because my arms are too short to physically reach you Sweet because our auras have actually touched, creating a spiritual bond so true **** near overflowing this ocean of love waves crashing in against my soul controlled by your moon above If I ever allowed this dam to burst Oh, what would become of me? Would I drown in this sea of passionate possibility, or overflow in poetry?