i don't know much
physical things are what i'm best at
i can write for hours of the feeling of a light breeze on your neck
or walking through the woods after a rainstorm
or the exact shade of your eyes
i don't know much
this yearning i feel for you, that's real
as real as the sun on my face in the morning
you are, have been, a part of me for so very long
i am not ready to give that up
i don't know much
but i do know love
i feel it for you
it is like the yearning
but all-encompassing
surrounding my heart in what could be a warm blanket, or a sheet of ice
i don't know much
some days, i can't tell if you know yourself
i certainly don't know what i'll do with my life
how my words effect others
if i will be emotionally stable tomorrow
i don't know much
but your arms, they're safe
your kiss is soft and your laugh warm
you are gentle but forceful but caring but rough
this, i know
and i also know i am not ready to lose you.
