I am in love.
With a man.
A man who wrote every love story I have read.
A man who was the main Romeo in every story.
A man who wrote every love poem that ever existed.
A man who still knows what chivalry is.
A man who is honest.
A man who is beautiful inside and out.
A man who's smile, lights up a whole room.
A man who I am unable to write poetry about because there is nothing beautiful enough to compare his soul to.
A man that I would give up anything for.
A man who I want to give the world to.
A man that I want to see happy
A man who is my favourite author, philosopher, poet, artist, photographer, psychiatrist, and friend.
A man I look at almost everyday.
A man who's eyes burn deep into my soul.
A man who's touch sends a whole fairytale through my mind and fantasy within my body.
A man who's lips I've longed to kiss for so long.
A man I have only ever dreamed of.
But he is real.
A man who's love is the only love as strong as Dante's.
This man I love so deeply, so dearly, so intensely.
Is only MY man.. In my dreams.
I will never have him.
And never hear him say or look at me with the meaning or the words "I love you."
Not even in my dreams does he utter these words
But
Me, I love you!!
And I wish I can say it, every night.
When I tell you Gnite.
