There  isn't  a   way  to
categorize or  quantify,
classify,   or    compute
the need I have for you.
There aren't the words,
there aren't the equations,
there isn't the time.

Give me an eternity and
I'll just  barely  call  out
your name.

You should be held like
a diamond and a bomb.
      Loved  as  if  it's
dangerous to drop you.

I'll  be  the  sun,  you  be
the moon.  Let  me ****
the darkness  out of you.
I'll push you to embrace
change. I am not an easy
lover. I  will push  your
buttons   on   purpose
some  days, but  I   will
always bring the biggest
guns  to  your   wars.

You deserve to be fought
for.     Remember   that.                                             Jon York   2019