I have, in my heart some kind of profound love for you. It's almost as if it's a part of my being. But, I can't imagine you actually being mine. I feel as if we would tie each other down too much And no one wants that. But I feel, in my heart a deep, profound love for you. The kind that sits in the pit of your stomach and has a firm hold on your heart. The kind that we always try to describe and quantify in poetry but can never quite capture. The kind that reminds me of a shadow, smoke, and a ghost. There but not really. Is this what love is? A slow descent.