The great wall of myself

Drawn in by a promise,
Prey to your charms,
The dense fog of loneliness abates.
Were you the smoothest of operators
Or was I a Piscean cliché?

Entitled to break only the surface,
But never to delve into depths.
Is the body a mere vehicle? Traces of purple
you marked me,but you never claimed me.

Until the day one does, I build this wall
Stone by stone,
Waiting for you to knock it down
Will you ever come, I fear

Kindly hasten your search,
I can hold on forever if need be,
But what remains wouldn't be
I beg thee,hurry!