For you
it will always be
wants, desires, invitations.
For you
I will always be holding back.
The fullness of my Love hasn’t changed.
I have just dammed it in,
and my heart swims in this self-made lake
because you choose not to play in its rivers,
its forests, to dance among its stars.
But that doesn’t mean they are not there
with waves shaped by winds of romance
lapping at my shores, while the leaves waltz with dappled sunlight
where your smile brings day to my heart, and tango
where the Love in your eyes bathes everything I no longer show you
in starlight.
For you
it will always be
wants, desires, and invitations.
I don’t want you at my side from a sense of obligation,
but from a sense of purpose, belonging, connection,
want. Desire. Invitation.
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