Monday, October 7

For Ryan

I’m not as skilled as you are, dear, at saying what I feel;
at putting thoughts to words without them losing their appeal.
I often find it difficult, this honest, soft reveal; that I am so in love with you it doesn’t quite seem real.

I revel in reminders of how we can spend a day;
Curled together with limbs entwined in such a perfect way.
In your arms I feel safe and loved and there I wish to stay; warm within your fond embrace near every single day.

I know you often worry that I can’t say this aloud.
Trust me, darling, it is a hitch of which I am not proud.
I’m working relentlessly, trying desperately not to shroud these feelings that build inside me like a cumulonimbus cloud of LOVE for you.

Your upturned mouth with small freckles upper right,
is surely enough to reassure me night from night to night.
Though tonight I feel so lonely and even with all my might focused on not missing you it is a failing plight.