"And Stared at a Million Stars..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

Pour toi. ♥ You know yourself.

If/When

These were things I had
to give you
Please forgive me if I took too long
(some days I forget
and think my real-life
promises
were dreams)
I never know how you love me
and sometimes I don't even know
how I love you.
Some days I would give the
whole big round warm sun
to hold your hand
and walk in creeks with you
slipping on rocks, splashing in pools, catching
our breath and our laughing
in the eddies
--want to catch crayfish in my soft hands
and see your surprise
--want to skip rocks that ripple the water
and then fly on
like dragonflies do

Then there are other days.
Other days I want to kiss you
so you'll never for a moment
think you aren't loved.
I want to tell you of the beauty of
your every part
and whisper how your smile and eyes
make me want them to be for me and mine
and how proud I'd be to tell the world,

"this is my beautiful love;
i love my love
what greater heaven could god give me?"

I'd be so proud
to say that

These boxes of letters and roses,
these were things I had to give you
These cups of tea with sugar.
these perfect grapes,
these books that say

"to you with love"

on their first pages;
These ribbons to tie us together, at least a little:
these paper stars that will have
to do
because I couldn't get you the real thing
are things I had to give you.

It doesn't matter whether you love me;
i love you
If you want more than holding hands
and skipping stones--

--I'll tell the world,

"this is my beautiful love,--"

and I will be
so proud

Comments

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Aha! So you admit it's ridiculous! (...wait.)