Desires

I know what I want, and I want you
At least as you're constructed in my mind.
This blunt admission puts me in a bind:
Will you react the way I want you to?
And if you don't, then what am I to do?
Your soul is never by my thoughts confined,
And yet the way I think it is designed
Has led me where I am. If, then, I knew
You would not take this statement as I'd hope,
Would that make you so different that you would
Not be the person that I think you are?
And if it would, I question if I'd cope
Productively with that. I doubt you're far
From what I think, at least; that much is good.