Rare love

What could this be called?
That makes me feel aloof the world,
Slowly seeping through all part of me,
Taking my whole breath out of fill.

Some say it's a feeling of lust,
But nay,I know it got me frost,
Soothening all chokiness on my mind,
And granting me all joy I could find.

Although I want and need to express it,
You might not be interested in it,
Or perhaps you are scared of the,
feeling I might profess at a spree.

But dearly,I plead of you,
That these my words are true,
And all actions are sincere,
For the love is so rare