...I'll tell you who you are. Or so the old saying goes. That only Real love now experienced after the practice of loves felt with an inexperienced heart, but an oh so traveled mind.
Who am I now that I've met you? With you I no longer posess the steadfast confidence in this heart of mine? Yet, why do I trust the path it now follows with you so calmly and with such curiousity?
Safety in being myself with you. Safety lying within those strong arms protected from the world. Safely facing what comes before us, Together.
Safe, yet scared. Scared, yet safe. Full throttle forward. Wanting More of you so much that I feel starved when you're far. And so far that even when you are in the next room my heart melts once again at the sight of those laughing, aquamarine eyes when you are back again by my side.
Thoughts for the future involve an "Us". Can it be? Of course it can, if only you would keep those old masonary workers away from this tired old heart. Let it be. Let it grow and flourish and thrive and...well, let it Love.
BE every second of every minute of every day that you are not with that Us. Develop that strength that you posess - that you know you posess. Your heart is not old. It's young once more when he is around. It's young once more without those tired old walls that clouded m heart from the sunlight that it longed for.
I am lost with You. Found with You. In Love with You.
I'll show you who I love...
