All of you

Insatiable is my love for you,
Staggering is the severity at which this storm rages on inside my heart and soul.

Emotions run rampant, mind and heart conflicting, numb what's left, this fractured soul, a hollow mirror, aching for something just out of reach, a fire burning on smoldering embers chasing back these demons taunting the thunder.

It's all the little things,
That keep me coming back for more,
Like a painting I dare not look away,
For just one glance and I just may miss,
Everything you are and more.