Why would anyone settle to be a shadow?
Why not be a out in the sun, shining bright?
I will not slink into the alleys like a rat in the night.
I have my ideals whether you agree wrong or of right.
I will slide a hat on my head to the side and put sunglasses on of black.
I will even think about how nice it would be to run into your arms and spin.
Fleeting moments they are to make the best of, but I know its bitter ending.
I will not be caged again. I will not sit on a shelf. I will not idle away my life in dreams to be. I will find the one to take my off my perch, one to run to me out in the open and kiss me as if nothing else existed but that moment. I want someone who knows they take my breath away with the ruptures of their heart. I want to be held like a child at times and rocked to sleep, others I want to be held like a lover in a divine swoon of ecstasy. I want to be smothered at times like hashbrowns and left alone on others. I want someone who will feel some of what is important to me, but not a carbon. I want someone with ideals and someone who believes there is more to this world than what we can touch and hold.
Love is an entity of itself. It is capable of living in the best and worst conditions. It thrives when it is fed and dies slowly when it is abused. Love is slow to anger and fast to comfort. It is the highest of emotional sentience and yet so few believe in its worth. It cousins to faith, to joy, to sorrow, to hate. It makes us feel inside and out. It shows us that we are more than just bones and sinew. That we are more than just thoughts but emotions. Even the animals down to the most microscopic beings interact and reciprocate cohesion and harmony to love.
I am still learning on what I really want in love. I still am learning that I may or may not get what I seek but the simple fact is I know I feel love and am a good giver and receiver. I liked it when it was inside me. It is not a bad incubus. It is a cupid that makes us happy. There are so many forms of love from friends, family to even mankind and the world but to lose the ideal that things that we cannot see, touch or feel are fake then most of us would fade away. How many do we see daily? How often do we touch another? How much do we care for anyone else? We would alive but really dead.