This is love.
This is what it\'s meant to be.
This is love
When you admire him so
and hold him higher than you\'ve ever held yourself
starry eyed, infatuated
while he stares
eyes starless,
black holes
You prod
look for something more
anything hidden:
Flowers unbloomed
a bright sky behind the shadowed overcast
but you find darkness
within one who is simply
skin deep
This is love
When you step carefully while speaking
as not to upset his mind
And when his image
insists on fading
you find comfort in
the things which are always the same
Songs you’ve known since before
your eyes locked on his
They do not change;
they behave
just as expected
This is love
Begging for forgiveness
yet receiving none
Offering your complete heart
yet receiving only
a small portion of his
Is this love?
Is this what it\'s meant to be?