This hunger,
this fierce longing,
that erodes the 
cynical coating
of my already 
tainted soul
is for you.

This desire,
this insatiable need,
that breaks me
and makes me
weep and beg
for a mere glance
is for you.

This drive,
this dance of love,
that makes me 
stumble often
into concrete walls
for one word
is for you.

No other could 
even come close to
comprehending me
and, so, this is all
for you and only you.
It has always been
for you, I think.

Even before I
knew that you 
even existed,
I was eager to 
please a being
whom I had never met.
It must have been for you.