There must be
something
in this life
that’s real.
A love that binds
not only by the boons
it offers me..
not merely
by the way it feels.

I can’t explain
exactly why
I love this woman
to Death.
She is the only one
for whom
so many manly tears
I freely shed.
All just because she isn’t
nearly quite as happy
as she could be yet.
Because I want to give her
the entire goddamn world.
She is the only one
whom I have
any interest
to hold.

She’s shrewd and clever..
in some ways
much more so than I am..
and womanly
and beautiful
both inside and outside..
yet, still I see her
as my sweetest,
innocent, little child.
And even when
she hurts me
I quite literally
barely muster
any care to mind.
And when I’m next to her
I don’t even attempt
the overflows
of all my love
to hide.

I cannot seem to hold
and kiss her
ever quite enough.
I want to give her
all of it.
My every last drop.
I want to see her
dab on everyone.
Become
the very best.
To conquer
all her wildest
dreams.

The first day
that I met her though..
there’s barely anything
for her that I could feel.
It must be true then,
that the deepest loves
which last..
may also be
the slowest
to burn.
Only one
other person
I have loved
as deeply before..
now it’s her turn.