The Inquisitor

I've been reluctant to say it,
I'm afraid this time it may be real.
For the first time its too hard to admit,
It's too hard to confess how I feel.

I've been thinking about it nonstop,
It's been the dominate thought in my mind.
It has caused my heart to drop,
And has left my brain entwined.

You've taken away this poets expression,
In fact this poem took me a few days.
But its only left me with one question,
That I think I will answer today.

What we have become,
This maelstrom of zeal.
Thats been hard to accept for some,
I'm inquisitive of it being real.

Could I really feel like this?
How could I be sure?
But I feel it when we kiss.
I feel us being pure.

I think I may be in love with you,
I'm curious if this is destined to be.
And if my love is true,
Do you think you'll be in love with me?

(C) JP 2007