Within the limits of words I will attempt to express my emotions,
Though there are no words that can reach the extension of my love,
But i am conflicted about her as one is conflicted with one's identity,
Completely aware of my love today, but oblivious to the days to come,
I will not call this a poem,
Simply a photograph capturing the time her heart beats,
I cannot become what i am not,
I can only become what i will be,
Unaware of it myself,
As it may be that every night the moon rises and falls consistently as the tide does,
I will still be consistently inconsistent with the rise and fall of my ever so seemingly tidal heart,