There are problems
sometimes
no one else can see

Like a chill of the air
creeping inside me.

Like when I
try to
add
too much of you
and
subtract
too much of me

OR
how happiness making
me cry,
fills my swelling heart
with worry

I know that I might die,
but you are heaven
in the now
falling
all
over
me

& it's gentle,
& gives me butterflies
like a snowflake flurry

Needing you all the time
though I try to not hurry
Your gentile heart binds
the best of this world
with the worst
using a magic that is
**otherworldly