The love I know I deserve

The love I know I deserve.
A love so pure it makes my blood boil,
yearning for the potential of
what our future could hold.
The love I know I deserve,
so loudly my heart overflows,
yet expects my silence.
How does the love I know I deserve
come from someone else's partner?
My brain cannot fathom how,
after waiting for so long,
the love I have always craved
comes from a married man.
“A story as old as time,” he tells me.
But the naivety of my heart believes,
because this is the love I know I deserve.
But is it real?
Moving at a hundred miles per hour,
with an intensity that feels like
years of knowing each other.
The love I know I deserve
says he loves me too.
But it's complicated.
Patience.
Be patient, my love.
He doesn't tell me that,
but I know I have to be.
Wait until the final verdict.
Going against my own beliefs,
the very ones I have held for the longest time.
But it's different because it's mine.
Because it's happening to me.
The love I know I deserve
comes from the sweetest man I know.
A man whose heart
I am not sure will ever fully belong to me.
But somehow,
my brain has already convinced me
that it will.
This is the love I know I deserve.
He silently takes off his ring,
as though I won't notice.
An attempt to respect the bond we have.
He looks at me with a yearning
that could melt the North Pole.
And who am I
to deny myself of such?
I turn a blind eye
and melt into his arms,
staring into a future
I am not sure will ever be mine.
His eyes tell me
it will all be alright.
The love I know I deserve
is scared too,
but holds on so tightly,
just in case the delusions
are all in our minds.
The love I know I deserve.