December 12th
I'm a little confused.
See — I know I've never actually met you,
so you could say I don't know you.
And maybe, that's true.
But see...
I know the curve of your lips
as they dance into a smile.
And that twinkle of kindness in your eye,
just trying to escape and be seen.
It would seem like I had known you my whole life...
...and I would like to —
like to know you like that.
Like the back of my hand
because every time I look,
it would puzzled perfectly in yours,
fingers interlocking
feeling for more
because the surface area of our fingertips and our palms
wasn't enough of a direct connection.
I want you to know my affection.
To know that my laughter is rooted in your heart
and that each smile is a reflection of the care we share,
if you would dare,
I want to know you like that.
I want to know
so much of you,
that I lose myself,
only to find it again,
in you,
like a recurring treasure hunt
where I find X every time.
If you would 'be mine.'
I know it's not February 14th, but...
...you're so sweet.
Like...candy.
“Sweet like candy to my soul, sweet you rock and sweet you roll.”
I've been told of what it feels like
to have your entire being smile inside and out,
and now I can attest to what that's about,
thanks to you.
But...I don't know you.
But I'd like to.
If you would give me the chance,
I would speak symphonies to which your lips could dance
and pirouette into that smile I adore.
Even more, I would try not to stare,
as much as just be overly aware
of that twinkle I live for,
right in the pupil of your eye.
I would try — no, I would do — whatever you needed me to.
But — I don't know you.
At least — not like that.