Free and quick, rhyming poem

Take a talk with you,
I tell a friend what's new.
Destiny is another word for what is,
And strangely there is nothing to that whizz.

Standing in your presence,
I have a feeling that sixth sense.
The joy of knowing you are near,
The feeling that only you can hear.

When you speak there is a quickening,
And in your absence a sickening.
I know that I have not around,
To feel the true love in the ground.

But in you I seek it,
And even to me this seems a load of shit.
To me though it feels just,
Almost within my reach all I can do is a must.

There is not hidden message,
There is nothing within this passage.
To say though that you are my muse,
Is simply true for everything I am do I use.

To write this passage has taken me,
And this I must say with glee.
Five to ten minutes have past,
Since I took up this poem to cast.

This you understand,
I write to you, emotions feel my gland.
If not love what within does stir,
Perhaps a quest to win her.

Does she write tonight,
Does her fancy take great flight?
With this double rhyme so tight,
I seek to wish you good night!