Everyday he looks at me
his icy blue eyes stare deep inside of me
deeper than even I have ever looked.
He holds me
He holds me as if I was falling into an abyss
and little does he know I am
But he listens to me
and he listens so intensely
he grasps on to every word I breathe
as if it might be the last
and maybe it will be
And then he kisses me
and he whispers into my rosy hot cheeks
that he loves me -
- every last fibre of my being


*and I wish I could love me too