She gave him everything—
he was her everything.
What more could she offer
when he asked for more?
What more could she do
when he walked away,
leaving her with nothing?

Have I ever mentioned that  
I wanted to hug you?  
I think I did,  
but was too tensed to do so.  
So I let my body decide  
on what to do,  
and then,  
I kissed you.  

I kissed you instead,  
in front of a crowd.  
A sweet peck on the cheek,  
a fleeting touch of your hand.  
I felt it soft
I sensed it warm,  
like a cozy home  
where I wish to belong.  

I thought I've had my greatest love—
no, I thought I failed in love.  
But you proved me wrong,
so wrong that I could not think  
of a love greater than the greatest—  
every time I am with you.

i have found what you are like
the rain,

            (Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields

easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike

the air in utterable coolness

deeds of green thrilling light
                                  with thinned

newfragile yellows

                      lurch and.press

—in the woods
                      which
                              stutter
                                        and

                                              sing
And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
quietly)almost,
                  your kiss

At first, I thought it was limerence—
an obsession,
an infatuation,
until it felt like
love,
care,
and affection.

She wishes she could love him more
so he could finally love her back