For someone to say,
Nothing,
For more than just occasion,
through fear of judgement,
or lacking the art of articulation.
It tends then to stun when you admit such fragrance,
The whispers of the midnight hour,
The sweetness of your words caress,
Unlike with others, hold such power.
"I love you" finally means something,
The Hollywood movies,
I deemed as nonsense,
Finally hold such beautiful substance.
"You're beautiful",
Makes me feel how one feels,
When looking over oceans,
With sand beneath my heels.
Your mystery,
Most mistake for inability,
But its there,
Such beautiful vulnerability.
A deepness people miss,
A heart that nobody sees,
Affection and love-filled lullabies,
That bring me to my knees.
Generosity that is famous,
The character of a noble king,
But nobody but me knows the tune,
The tune that your heart would sing.
As you look at me like I am everything,
Like I am sun and wind and rain,
The look in your eyes when someone hurts you,
And you pretend you're not in pain.
The rage you feel when someone looks at me
In that ***** kind of way,
The protectiveness of what is yours,
Like a lion with its prey.
A fierce wolf,
That hunts in the darkness of the night,
Yet I know the young boy inside,
Who feels agony and fright.
I get to see the inner demon too,
He surfaces on occasion,
To tease me with his silly jokes,
And make me weak with his flirtation.
The man who prays for me,
In every single prayer,
The one who'd never let another harm me,
Not a single hair.
See If I told them,
What you sometimes say,
They would never believe me
"No, Men like him could never feel that way"
But I know you,
Every memory etched across your skin,
Every little weakness,
Every hidden sin.
You are beautiful to look at,
This I must I admit.
And to love you,
Like I do,
My heart can sometimes hardly contain it.
You are honourable,
And kind,
You're all the things I want to be,
And that's why my heart does a dance when you say,
"You're the other half of me"
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