I want to understand what this feels like for you
I want to take your pain and hold it in my hands.
I want to hear every word that falls from your lips
and know exactly what to say.
I want to tell you how gorgeous you truly are
and cast a soft light over you.
I want to make love to every single inch
of your soft and tender curves.
There is nothing I can say to convey this to you
as you say that biased is what I am.
Why is what I say so discounted in this
yet you expect me to know what to say?
The things that I know, they are simple and true
and I know that you don’t want to hear them.
I love you, I want you and I ache to show you how,
to make you feel the way that I see you.
I would hold you high and carry you along
on my shoulders in celebration.
For the beauty in you sparks a fire in me
and the heat is beginning to sting.
My breath is taken at the sight of you
at your steel blue crystalline eyes.
At legs and fingers, graceful and long
at a smile that steals my heart.
Feminine and elegant, head held high
gestures that take me away.
I am over the moon at the sight of you
it is visceral, it is base, it is core.
An instinctual and physical reaction
one that I cannot control.
Your discomfort is evident and I understand
but not how to ease your pain.
If I could love it away in soft tender strokes
I would never take my hands off of you.