Watching you I wonder about the intricacies of your mind, the spark of ideas and thoughts manipulating reactions to my words. Sometimes your smile becomes more, a mixed message motivated by your idea of me. How you see me my love? How is this attraction for me so clear of what is my reality? I wish I could see through your eyes my image reflected in them and maybe see myself different from what it’s reflected in the mirror. I wish I could travel your mind chasing dreams of me and feel the intensity of your love, understand the spark that motivates your smile, the muse guiding your hands to compose those beautiful rhymes. I thank you now for what you give, for the love you secretly declared mine and for which I have no claim. I just breathe it like air, letting it infuse my cells with the light reflected in your words, with the spark shining in your eyes and the sweetness of your smile. I wish I could in turn provide you with the same, to hold you forever in caring arms and make you part of my skin, part of my soul. I wish I could make you feel safe with just one look and hold you mine with just a smile. It is easy to dream under your light, feel comfort with the thought of being in your arms. It is easy to cover the sun with one hand while guided by your smile and entertain ideas of forever. Dreaming together, that’s what we’ve done, weaving desires and our thirst for a touch into ideas of love and care. But don’t stop loving me as it becomes water in my lips, air in my lungs, feeding light into a dissipating candle of hope that refuses to be extinguished, and for that I thank you.