You say
           You don't
                       Know what
                                       Love is.
                         Maybe I don't
                  Either.
     But when
You say my name.
                                               I have an Idea
                                                         of what it means.
                                                                   To care about someone
                                                                          So much, that when you
                                                                                Go to sleep, they are in
                                                                                      your dreams, and when
                                                                                         you wake up, they are
                                                                                      in your head. When you
                                                                                     kiss, you don't see sparks,
                                                                                 You see images of the future
                                                                             You want to have with them.
                                                                          And if that's not love
                                                                       Then I don't want love, because
                                                                    this is best feeling I've ever felt.

I can smell
                     Your skin.
                                          On
                                                     My Skin.
Your
                               Breath,
                        Was
  On
             My
                       Cheek
Only
            A
Matter     of
                 H o u r s
                               Ago.

So           does     feel        F  o  r   e    v   e        r ?
     Why            it        like

I will admit,
  I do not know,
    The first thing,
       About love,
      Or realtionships.
    But what I feel,
  When your skin
is on my skin,
or when your
   breath is on my
     Cheek, it's like
        There is nothing
           Else going on,
            Only you, only
           Us, time isn't an
          Issue, and all I
        Can feel, is you.

So if that is not, L o v e,
Then maybe it's H e a v e n ?

Whatever   IT       is,
                                  I like it.
I am living, in a dream, and it's
          R E A L.

Terribly Emotional,
Terribly Sensitive,
But not so terrible,

                            Maybe.

The sensitive heart can s e e ,
   things a stronger heart
      cannot.
            Feel things, a stronger heart
                cannot.
The sensitive heart, is not
w
  e
    a
      k, as some will tell you it is.
The sensitive heart is
CrEaTiVe, and much
    Stronger
than it will let on too.

Your hand in mine,
Security.

But is that, all this should be?

            Once.
I could have.
Would have,


            Loved,
You.
Like you should be loved.

          Once.
Would have loved too,
Needed to,
Love,
And be
          Loved,
In return.

But instead I give you,
my insecurities, deceit, confusion,
B
         r
    o
           k
     e
          n
   n
         e
  s
          s.

And when,
I see,
you can't
F
I
  X
it all,

I              run,

Leaving you,

in my



d u s t.

Confused, and broken.
Because
I
am,
Confused,
       and
          Broken.

And none of it's fair.