Drowning in Poetry

Him

it's him
and only him
that I see
I write about him
and I know that he sees
but thats okay
because he knows
it's about him
and he writes about me
he tells me it's me
and only me
that he sees
we love eachother
no doubt about that
but my only doubt
is just that
how can he love me
as much as I do him
how can one person
create a love such as this?
if he were gone
he'd be so deeply missed
but I don't worry
about him leaving
because he's told me
he won't
and as I sit here
thinking of him
while writing away
knowing it brings him
awe and dismay
I don't worry
if our friends don't understand
becasue I know they don't
they've never been so at hand
they've never felt this way
this awe and dismay
I know that they haven't
because they've never had him