June 7, 2022
In your eyes
Am I beauty?
In silence
Am I comforting?
In the crowd
Am I distinct?
Am I the warmth in your mornings
The heat in your nights?
Am I who you lean on
Who you protect in your arms?
Am I the hope in your turmoil
The dynamic in your ennui?
You are all of this to me
And so much more
And I don't dare know if I am any of this to you
Because I cannot bear to be anything less
And I will suffer to be anything more
YOU ARE READING
A Red, Red Rose
PoetryA collection of poems I've written about people I've loved. Whether they exist or not as I imagined them is a question I'll never answer. And if I was ever brave enough to confess is another matter as well, one that I'll never divulge, though reali...
