You looked at me with
those beautiful eyes of yours

Your hair was messy
but little did you know
that I loved it that way

And you'll never know
I lost the moment
like I always do


But what even made me think
that I was good enough
For someone like *you?

I never knew your eyes were blue
not until the meeting
The uncertainty felt overpowering
Your eyes were still blue when I looked again
I never thought I liked blue eyes
but there you sat
quiet and quite loveable
I never wanted to give myself away
because of fear, lack of courage
Yet here I am
Ready to give myself away like a flower ready for the bees to come
I'm just not sure you and your blue eyes will take me in

I tried to let you go so many times
but your very existence is woven into mine
you are written between every line
will I ever find all the words to explain
this sensation called love by any other name
I love video games and chocolate
and other miscellaneous objects
but what I really love is none of these things
when I compare them to you
for everything else pales in comparison
like seeing the world all a new
you have become the light to my eye
the sun that shines through darkened sky
the very life that will never die
you are the breath in my lungs
what's left of my song.

In reality this poem is just a mirage
an illusion  of what really is
for what is can never be imagined
it can't be captured by a thought
or ever held in just a feeling.
What really is
what you are
is love.

So I can never let you go
as I never had you to begin with
you were my illusion
because you are love
you left me as confusion
because you are love
you are a paradox
we are a pair of socks
but one is missing
I am the odd sock
this is the unsolvable riddle
the one that will always get lost
a maze that starts and ends in the middle.
*This is love.
God is love.
You are love.
I am love.
We are love.