For Some Reason

There is a peace of mind,
when your face is there to find.
A troubled night's turnings,
give in to your loving yearnings.
Doubtfully enduring this game,
all the while putting myself to shame.
There is a soothing of of the soul,
for your presence is what makes the whole.
A distant conversation of the eyes,
illuminating that spark that flies.
Guiltily enjoying your constant touch,
even though your stain is far too much.
There is a bending of my time,
when I find you willing to climb.
A sad denying of my answer,
giving in to you has become my cancer.
Hopefully you will seek new blood,
for mine is tired and turned to mud.
There is a breaking of my heart,
when you've forced me to play this part.
There is no turning back on you,
no pleading for this pain to be through.
Yet somehow, there is a peace of mind,
when your face is there to find.