Sometimes love
Is platonic
But sometimes
It isn't
And while that may seem
Obvious
To some
To others it is
Not.
But my love for you
My darling
Is by no means
Platonic
I do not know
What I did
To deserve you
But I pray to god
I keep it up
Every time I say
I love you
I feel like
The time I said it before
Becomes a
Lie.
Because with every day
With every hour
With every look exchanged
I love you
Even more.
I've come to accept that
Love is not quantified
By time
Just because
There is now more
That does not mean
There was none there
Before.
And I meant it last time
And I mean it this time
I love you
Even more.
