I love you
for nothing but
you being you.

Why can’t you see that?

You need not be, perfect.
you already were,
for me.

But you couldn’t see that

Why?
I don’t understand why you see yourself like that
I only ever saw the best of you

But you never could,

and perhaps it was the same,

for me.

I await
with bated breath
at the turn
of every page

every movement
as I hold you
with trembling hands
sends shivers down my body

slowly, surely
our layers fall away
baring you and I
naked and one

never shall
our lips touch,
always inches away
yet

touched unlike anything else.

I am enraptured,
completely and utterly

caught

in this moment
in you

the beat shakes the air
my heart is stolen
and follows it

time slows achingly
slow enough to catch,
every moment

but not enough to savour,
not enough to appreciate nor inscribe,
fully into my being

yet even still
my heart soars
as now it knows

that it still can.

I love you
I love you

till the ends of the earth

I love you
I love you

stupidly so

you know I do
do you?

At least I hope so

for sure, however
I know you don't love

you

I love you
I love you

but it's not my presence

that makes you know it
that makes you feel it

it would be my absence

not I love you
not I'll be here for you

and that

you,

love me.