Desire

It is not many but one that I desire, 

The one who knows she is the one, the one who lights my wildfire, 

The only one with whom I want to conspire, 

But she has wrapped herself in a barbwire, 

The wait has been too long that it has made me overtire, 

And there is always a fear of backfire, 

But she is still the one, the only one I desire.