Can I ask you a question?
Do you love me?
Because I think
I love you.
I know we often treat love
Like a habit,
Make "I love you" a routine,
But I dream of you night and day.
I see your face in everything.
Perhaps, that's not love.
Who really knows what love is anyway?
I know romance wins the day
But at best,
I only know what love isn't.
I know it's not entering your temple
To worship you for ten minutes.
Because you deserve devotion,
A sermon,
And thirty one psalms.
Even if I had more than one tongue,
My jaws would lock before I gave you
The praise you are deserving of.
At your best,
You are love.
I'm at my worst without you,
Left to bend my hate
Until I create a twist of fate.
This is a weight that can't be lifted
Without the strength I've found in you.
Maybe this be more dependency than love.
But I'd rather be willfully ignorant
Residing in the purgatory
Between the sunshine of your golden eyes
And the heavens above.
I think I love you,
Heaven knows there is no certainty in that.
My Afrodite,
If the answer to my question isn't plain,
You can always ask it back.