I remember the day
My brown eyes met yours
And I knew
That my heart
Would love you






....Because it had already fallen....

A verb,
An action word,
Because I can show you what I mean
when I say
I love you.

A noun,
An entity,
Because I can refer to whom I mean
when I say
I love you.

An emotion,
A reckless, irrational drive,
Because I can get too caught up, too blinded, too foolish.

Yet
I love you, still.

you are
an ache in my bones
a heaviness in my chest
the sun in my eyes
the gust of air I exhale

you are
m i n e
but only
in my dreams.

The
art
of
living
is
realizing
there
is
no
destination
on
an
endless
path