If only I could say that I am dazzled by a single smile that causes the earth to stop moving
And ignites my heart with every crease and dimple.
If only I could laugh along when you giggle and gasp over coffees and
Secrets about lovers embraces and pillow talk

It would be wonderful not to sit here, with a heart not yet broken, but a heart still untouched
And untainted by this beautiful, magical, phenomenon that you refer to as
Love.

It would be wonderful if I was feeling it's feather light, blistering caress
As much as you, evidently, are feeling.

But I'm afraid I have nobody to call
My Adam and nobody to call my rock.
You're lucky to know what love feels like.