he is half my soul, as the poets say;

you are half my soul, and my body aches for you to complete me.

I am choking on my emotions stirring in my throat.

they came from my heart, and I'm scared you're not the one.

my uncertainty blossomed from the desire to do the Lord's will.

they were watered down by the chastisement of others, and yet when I look upon your face, the flame comes to life again.

please, tell me, lie to me, tell me you feel me too.

my blood buzzes with excitement when I know you're close by.

my body knows it's missing a piece. my heart recognizes your voice, your eyes made of burnt gold, your lanky but handsome being.

my fingertips tingle as I move this pen. they're frustrated, for my love, I feel I can't reach you.

Wow, don't know where that came from. 

Am I going to tell you who this is about? 

Absolutely not. 

But do other people know who it's about? 

Yes. 

Hotel?

Trivago.