To my lover?
Your heart is pure and open, that's why sometimes I'm indecisive when it comes to you.
I know you're fragile, but you're strong.
Much stronger than me, I admire you.
That's why I stare at you so much.
I never see trepidation in your eyes.
You're an enigma.
You wear nothing on your sleeves.
I have to seek it in the words you speak, I have to take in everything you say.
I make sure I listen to you.
Your voice is my paramour.
Your heart will eventually be in my left hand, and It'll bound our souls together.
Vena Amoris, if were meant to be.
Together, temporarily.
Because I'm not promising you a life time.
I can't promise you anything but one thing.
I'll never lie to you.
I won't procrastinate.
The truth isn't a foreign language to me.
I won't spare your feelings, as harsh as it sounds.
But it's only because I don't want you to feel as if I'm holding back from you.
I spoke my way of life into existence.
I hope you took it in.
I hope you listened, I hope this poem gives our souls reassurance.
Then eventually become whole.
