The Passage
(Questions for My Love)
Beauty. It appears to me in you. Perfection, attempting to exist, appears to me in you.
The glories of life: the most wonderous images, the most soothing sounds, the most delicious scents: you bring them to me. Do you mean to? Do you want to treat me so? Am I deserving? Deserving of your soft locks, of piercing eyes, of the most angelic voice. Are you so willing to give up your time to spoil me? Do you mean to?
Your slightest movement: it triggers happiness within me. By the most simple of things. Guide your hair back in place. Allow your face to fully grace me. Let me bask in you. Shift your weight, move towards me. How did I ever come to meet you? Was it by accident? Was it by your choice? You happened to be there, to be in my life, to be close to me. Do you wonder how our lives intertertwined? How did I ever come to meet you?
In my life seldom have things so beautiful ever graced me. The worries of God are none: the worries of myself are none in this moment. They are none when I see you. They are none when I hear my name in your angelic voice. Not the violence nor the anger of my life. They mean nothing when your enter. You provide me with happiness that I can only dream of providing you. Dreams are scarce where you are: fulfilled are most of mine. Take your time leaving, propriety will wait for you. You take your shoes off, but not for propriety's sake: I want to see more of you. God, I want to see more of you.
Do I bother you? Do you have something to say? Pointlessness fills my words and keeps you waiting: forever you will be kept in my life if you don't push. Push as hard as you want, I don't think I'll ever notice. Your actions are simply acts of beauty that fuel my obliviousity.
Grace me with your words: you do and I want more. Grace me with your presence: you're as close as I allow you to be.
"I came here for a reason."
"Oh. Right."
"It's been enjoyable so far, but I think what I have to say is important."
"Okay. You're right, I'm sorry. Go on."
". . . I . . . I love you. Very much. I have for a while. And I've finally decided that I can't take simply being your friend anymore. You need to know, or at least I need to know you know. I need to know you understand what I do. I need to know you accept me in your life."
". . . I . . . I love you, too. Of course I . . . accept you."
