Out of sight

Out of sight
out of mind
or is it mine
perhaps.
But oh no.
I own you lover of my heart
or is it loved in my heart.

I am encouraged by what it is
I don’t know,
fantasize about that
what I want to know

oh how I long for thee,
knowing of your ways,
your complexities,
simplicities, niceties,
or nay, not so niceties.

I feel it brewing,
the flutter
or is
shuddering of soul
tells me,
that what it is
I want to know
should not be encouraged.