You need space, so much space,
But I am an astronaut.
Your lens is dark, pitch black at times,
But I see things best
when my eyes are shut.
You are cold, so very cold,
But I love brisk winter mornings,
so fresh, and free of dust.

{chorus}
You are
You are
You are

{non instrumental}
Not for me,
But I love you.
Not for me,
But I love you.
Not for me,
But I love you.

I love your sensitive heart,
But not the way you bury it deep underground,
and hide it with with layers of dirt and debris.
I love your quick mind,
But not when it fails to understand that our connection
is just another synonym for poetry.
I love your perceptive eyes,
But not how they can’t keep contact with mine,
When you’re telling me in every way you can that you love me.

{chorus}
I love
I love
I love

{non instrumental}
I love you,
But not for me.
I love you,
But not for me.
I love you,
But not for me.

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i'm stirred by our rhythm
we talk, and my heart starts to beat faster
or maybe slower…
i can't tell
i stumble across my counts
i fall off of time
i forget how to exist outside of this presence.
our conversation is my favorite dance
i savor each of your words, each of your pauses, each of your murmers
i save them in music boxes that i decorate with my favorite treasures. 
i replay them later in my solitude
like comfort food
like warm blankets
and scented candles
and i find myself gently tracing them in other talks
just like when you hear your favorite song
playing in the distance.