I.
I remember being a child,
sitting in sunday mass,
taking in the the bright
stained glass blues and the reds.

The sunlight would leak through the cracks
drowning my small hands
in color and warmth…

Color and warmth;
That might be the best way
to describe you

II.
I have to remind myself
that staring at you is like
staring directly at the sun,
eventually, I'm going to go blind,
whether it be with love
or complete and utter inadequacy,

I can't help but prepare myself
for what I will lose
at the foot of your charm.

III.
You might not now it yet,
because things always
come easily to people like you.
But you will realize soon
that I can't give you anything
that you can't get from anyone else,
without half the battle.

I don't blame you if you go.