Your words hang over this page like a cloud trying to let out its pour.
Like a fury full of nothing but adoration.
(and maybe a tall glass of red wine and quiet tears.)
Why do you hold yourself back in your emotion towards his own
inability to understand?
Do you secretly fear it is not in his hands?
Or are you always waiting for something to go wrong,
because it always has.
But only in the past.
Please continue to go through love the only way you know how,
heart unfurled,
arms wide open,
eyes holding only to the warm of his gaze,
of his hands.
Because that is how you shine.
But, my insatiable star,
if you choose to hold onto this with the diligence of your own silent passion,
deciding to love with a beautifully composed restraint,
Do it knowing it is always standing right in front of you,
he just has a hard time finding the words.
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