I know she's worth my effort by the look she gives as she smiles me off. Maybe it's just a crush but it's something I'm willing to follow, and so I'll do it with the utmost sincerity.
The way I look at her is the way I'd look at goddesses of her tier, and as one, she gets the power of change over me.
The things I'd do for that woman, the things I'd do to keep her pleased and content with me,
the things I'd purchase,
the things I'd endure,
the things I'd force alive...
I would make her my boo.
I can see us walking now, holding hands as I cherish her warmth between our palms, in a heaven formed by two mentally equally yoked individuals attracting so much attention and love that those before them become jealous.
I can see us kissing and smiling for no reason, only connecting as physically as we do through the mind.

My Boo
She is my myth and my truth, my life and my breath, my brightness in death.
My love.