Dervish.

I dance intoxicated like a dervish caught mid-whirl. My passion, my vulnerability momentarily unfurled. I blossom, I beautify like an oyster with pearl. I have matured, from a boy into an earl. Left in the open for all to see. The power of love that flows through me. Frantically searching for truth, I tend to agree. That love is similar to flying debris. It is cascading and pure, like a waterfall. Love allows you to play with another, like a doll. And even if you remain enthralled. I will always manage to recall. That I am drawn like a moth to a flame. I levitate towards you, like a groupie to fame. Whenever I am near you, my heart proclaims. That you are the one that will manage to tame. The way I am drawn to your allure. Like a patient drawn to his own cure
I am especially demure. However, I will remain mature to ensure. That my vision is blurred, and my heartbeat races. And that I still only sense you, in crowded places. I am still getting lost in your embraces. You will be the one my heart chases.