I love you
Or at least the seed of you
The one I knew
Through
Words and slight impressions
The one who stirred my obsessions
The little ink drop
Verbal hot spot
Linked to a photo

I love you
Or at least the idea of you
I am not prone to do
What all romantic idiots do
Claim true love at first sight
Cause that would be a lie
It’s more like
Lust at first verse
Which continues to flow

I love you
But it’s quite possible
That the tangible you
Will be a disappointment
That those words
You use
The ones that became my muse
Were merely light abstractions
Of your ever changing consciousness
And just between us
I want to be perfectly honest

I love you
I want to touch you
Do what those in lust do
I trust you
As much as I trust myself
Which is to say
Only fractionally more
Than everybody else
I fear that even when you say I love you to
You too may tire of me
As other lovers often do

I love you
I want you
I want to
Spend time with you
And in those hours
Divest myself of all the fear and power
I have
Be subsumed
By our passion
And if this is only passing
Then let me love you for now