Too cold

I want the heat of our past desire
I want to look in your eyes and see the fire,
I want you to be crazy for me again,
I want the infatuation you say didn't end.
I want consideration and I want respect,
I want the joy past upon which I reflect.
I miss the poetry that flowed from my heart,
The music we had so strong at the start.
I wish we could go back and learn
How we could avoid losing that burn
Instead of replacing it with another
Where the only fire is anger with each other.
The poetry that flows from me no longer joy.
My speech and touch now seem to annoy.
My heart no longer goes lighter and higher,
It sinks with my tears and douces the fire.
How, tell me how could the heat be gone?
Where love, passion and joy belong,
There are tears, pain, and yes, still hope-
That it's only for now that we have to cope.
My sadness wells as I hope for even ground.
That we'll be okay as time goes around.
A happy medium between extremes-
Instead of the two we've had for themes.
Is middle ground the best to expect?
Can love's first magic ever come back?
Or was it just a deceiving trick,
It turned to anger and sadness so quick.
Will we find a rut to settle into?
Is this the best for me and you?
Passionless roommates monogomous?
No joy, but better than now- no fuss?
Our love once so sweet to the taste...
Ruined by marriage in haste.
A rut would be better than what we have now.
I'd turn it around but don't know how.
It still feels good to be in your arms,
I still enjoy your sweet charms,
there is good in almost every day-
I just want the negative to go away.
The good is there, potential abounds,
Is this a cycle that goes round and round?
What if there is no middle ground?
Can our hearts take all this up and down???
Are we trapped, destined to light and dark?
I miss the heat, miss feeling the sparks.
You say we're fine, and I'm dreading too much-
But I miss the passion and I miss your touch.