I told myself that love does not exist
that there's nothing to be found
in a  lover's gaze.

that there's no feeling in your gut
or fireworks
or bells ringing
in a kiss

but  how I need to kiss you, darling,
(can I call you darling?)
how I need to touch your skin
and hear you say my name to me
to anyone
to let it  sound from you
like the singing of flutes
of distant melodies

How I've been so naive to the flower
on a bush that grows so tall
and far-reaching
out to the furthest limb to touch you,
Darling,

If only I could touch you
I am sincere as baby's breath.