3/10/2019 [7:39 pm]
I love you and like how the sun caresses a breeze;
how she warms each of its whispers, each of its moving, translucent, shards.
I love you like that.
There's no one more alive in my heart,
or who can make my breath go from subtle, to shaky and heady, desperate, the longing so apparent, and the need to inhale, deeply, so defined.
There's only you, whom I love, like that.
The world around us, rotating, spinning and spinning, again, exists, but needing her space; and that each of the many, far away, some much grander, objects, coexist with her, so high up into the cosmos, beyond her... See, I need you like that.
And to want you and like I need you,
to love you and like I want you, is the interminable riddle, tied down by the enigma and that keeps me from you, but while I long to always be with you--like that.
For even though we must never exist as one, my darling, I will always love you,
I will always want you and I will forever be empty with this need to be with you- like that.
