Why should I ever stop myself from thinking about you
when it is all I want to do?
The sound of my name in your mouth
confuses me.
Should I want this,
or should I run…
I suppose we are past running at this point, though.

You are a fantasy…
the daydream I never realized I wanted.
Your diamond mine was the first light I saw in my darkness.
And when you saw me playing in the shadows,
instead of running away, you pointed me in the direction of the moon and the stars.
You showed me the light within myself;
the light that is your heart which you wear so effortlessly on your skin.

You hate your freckles,
but they are proof that you must have come from the sun of my soul.
You are what keeps me warm at night,
even when we are not touching.
You are my honeybee.
I was a lonely wildflower waiting for your gentle landing.
And, together we created a garden.

We have seen many storms together,
but they only keep everything growing…
you keep me reaching for the sun
even though I always saw myself as more of a shade plant.
But here we are, me the sand and you the ocean.
Your tides turn more than I can keep track of,
but even when they are violent and tumultuous, they are beautiful.

And sometimes,
when your water comes to my earth, we create mud…
so, we built a house and allowed the mud to dry.
We are extraordinarily different
and eerily the same simultaneously.
You intrigue me so,
that I could not walk away if I wanted to.

For it would be an utter travesty
if I missed something about you…if there was a piece of your delicate puzzle
that I did not know how to put together. So, I suppose the actual question is
how could I ever stop myself from thinking about you? The sound of my name in your mouth only confuses me when I look away from the stars too long…
when I refuse to look into your intimidating eyes because I am frightened of the truth they hold.
The truth which reminds me that what we have created is the prayer that I live upon.