It’s a delicate balance,
Loving you
I try to be close enough
That you can always reach me
But withdrawn enough
So you can breathe freely
I litter my surroundings
With affirmations of my love
But keep the highest and holiest within
I worry that I don’t love you enough
I worry that I love you too much
Not that the love itself is too much or too little
But that it will grow stale in its abundance
Or you will begin to doubt its existence
It is always there though
I cannot forget you
You are interwoven in all that I do
You are my dream
My goal
My destination
I do not say any of these lightly
When I love I let it consume me
And with you it is drowning out the voices
It is quieting my fears
I still have anxieties
But they revolve around losing the calm you bring
Ironic, eh?
I love it though…
If I didn’t fear losing you,
I don’t know…
I just…
I never want to be complacent with my love for you.
It is an absolute gift
Getting to know you,
Difficulties and all.
I wouldn’t trade it for anything on this mortal plane.
Even if I don’t always ask the right questions
Even if I don’t always know the right response
Please know there’s no one more important to me
Than you.
Moonlit Poetry 