How I Wish To Love You!

yet your ambiguity astounds me so!

to the point of butterflies filling the void of my solar plexus,

feeling such innocence of a child.

Oh how I wish to love you,

if only you would see it so!

Those eyes arouse me with such mysticism,

an aesthetic appeal that transcends the ages.

How I wish for my heart to bleed!

with every ounce of compassion and reverence,

so that it may be projected on to you,

with the most sincerest of spirits.

Oh how I wish to love you!

If only the stars were ever aligned!

With you it is something deeper,

something gently unspoken,

a softness,

a stilness,

that finds itself evoked in me

with that initial glance of curiosity.

What an adorably symmetrical face you have,

your physical prowess nearly as elegant and graceful as your poetry,

for my love,

you are a poem!

Timeless in form!

And how I simply desire nothing more,

than to contribute but a verse.

Oh how I wish to love you!

As these days run dry,

and as the savages surrounding us howl eagerly into the darkness,

thirsting for blood,

my heart remains open for you,

brave in my stance,

as are you,

for you believe in magic, I know, as I do.

Perhaps it is this magic that draws our paths to such an intersection,

or rather a call,

nudging us by the moment to answer.

What ever cosmic forces may be at play,

I trust them in its entirety,

as I am patient of a love to gradually bloom.