The orange beam of early light pierces the curtain with intimate thoughts of me,
The daily encounters of chaos, chatter, confusion, frustration are all silenced by the whispers of my heart,
The longing for me is yet to end with the calming of the day,
The joining of two souls extends beyond the conscious mind,
The need is great, it's long, it's deep, it transmutes into physical exigency,
You wouldn't trade it, you couldn't trade it,
Your love for me.
And with the resting of my eyelids and a gentle exhale,
I know these feelings are so warm, so real, so true....but
Who genuinely speaks these words?
Are these your thoughts? Or mines?
Do you feel this feeling?
Or do I simply need you to? Or want you to?
...maybe you do love me ....but clearly
....not like I do you.