The desires of a man are simple:
***, greed, power,
in that order.

wishing to crawl into bed beside you and drown out the worries of the world, that have so carelessly been kept inside of me, with the sound of your heartbeat-
hand to chest i wish to record each beat by inscribing it, like a ECG test- creating something out of the beautiful music your heart plays out.
I wish nothing more than to pull back the surface and discover a world of new, a world of you- like a clock I would observe each gear and learn what makes it twist, spin, and tick.
engraving into you my initials so that girls to come would know who rightfully discovered a different side of yourself.
I would read to you fine words and use your body as a canvas, or even a roadmap, spreading paint and creating strokes that could sell in auction.
I could admire you for ages, I say
and without hesitation or a need for affirmation, you wince and explain, “you have created apart of me not many would understand, but many could admire. Your art is not a sight for your eyes only.”
and just like that, you’re sold.
your body a guide and eyesight for the people of the world to ponder and examine- Picking apart your flaws as i never did. But, I cannot deny their habitual need to window shop.

I woke up promptly at 6am with stagnant thoughts restlessly awaiting to be stirred in my mind. I played into the game of love by making something out of the scattered words- like letter magnets on a fridge. Have you ever tasted something for the first time and thought, "wow, I have been missing out. This is amazing"? That is how I feel, and how I felt, every time I see you. You breathe into me new life without even trying. which is truly remarkable. You give new meanings to things that have a fixed identification. I would put money on you coming up with alternative names for the color crayons already out there- that is the impression you leave. The impression that nothing is as it seems and if we wanted to we could make this world ours. Take a different path, lead people, bring peace, create. You give me the mind power to think myself on top of that mountain, and you could most certainly provide the stamina. Whether I am looking at you from the front, side, or back I have noticed a unique profile that I wish I could capture in words. You bring so much to the table that before I can even put my pen to paper I have already personified your greatest virtues and vices by creating dreams in which you paint fragments of who you really are. Now, I have often heard the testament, "He feels like home"; but never once was privileged to feel that away about anyone until now. You not only feel like home, but you bring me home. You allow for my bones to feel sturdy and well put together underneath my skin. And without changing a thing you create for me a place to escape to that feels like home, but less invasive.
The peace of mind I get from nature, is the same peace of mind I get knowing you are alive and breathing. Blessing people with your presence every single day. In simplest terms- you are my one way ticket out of a town that has led me straight into the ground. Upon meeting you I gained a sense of knowledge on how the world is so bright. That being because of you. In final consideration you may not feel a drop of the same rain.
In other words, our lines may not add up. I may have picked the longer straw in this scenario, or perhaps tugged enough to attain the bigger half of the wishbone only to make a wish I am not sure would come true. But being put into perspective would only reveal that we are solely what we think we are. Similarly; we are who/what we love, not who loves us and this revelation will allow me to live humbly, and happily. even if by chance you do not feel the same, or never do for that matter. I will be okay to walk this earth alone knowing that I have allowed myself to decompose thoughts of you into chewable matter, and that you are aware of mostly all of them. Knowing you has made me feel incredible things. Knowing you gave me my one way ticket.