to be truthful, it’s the pursuit i crave
the precious anticipation of your embrace,
and the wave of sentimentality that washes across your face in the wake of simple gestures
it’s the feeling of nurturing something gently
of demonstrating care,
being cognizant of fragility,
fostering something so delicate that it soon becomes deserving of tenderness
these are the thoughts that accompany me to sleep,
the same ones that stir me to wake in the morning
and in the space and time when i’m not with you,
they encourage me onward
to be truthful, to call me a romantic is quite apt
because a life without it is one i could never bear
