Real

I want to know if what we have is real

If you were to lose your sight of me,

Would you see me still? 

Could I recognize the feel of your hand

In a dark crowded room full of strangers?

Anyone can recognize my voice,

But could you instantly know the sound of my breath?

Could I close my eyes and sense when you quietly walk into the room?

I want that 

To me, that is what it means to be in love.

To be so deep into one another that there is no below or above

It's just us infinitely merging.

No heirarchy

Just every minute, looking at you and thinking about what beautiful music you make when you laugh.

And how you cry

The natural urge for me to hold you close is strong

And our arms become shields for one another.

I want to feel when you blink                  

I want to know you intimately like beauty knows a flower.

When we look at each other, I want us to see a higher power.

Love

To me is beyond what's physical.

Can you know me?

Can I see your soul?

Do you accept my imperfections because each one tells a story?

Do I love your inner child because he made the man that walks beside me everyday?

I want that

To me that is what it means to be in love 

To be two beautifylly, flawed people

Choosing acceptance.