Oh, To Be Loved...

Love begins along the lines of imagination, yes - but it only survives through accommodation.

Still, right now…just imagine.

Imagine he holds your hand in the afternoon rush.

It’s just a touch.

But it’s the touch of warmth,

of care,

of love.

Imagine to be loved in a way so small,

that even chores together feel like it’s all.

To be loved in the language of the words shared before bed,

and those eye contacts that fill you with everything but dread.

Imagine to be loved where interests become the others’ prime concern,

and the both of you fight for each other…how stubborn.

To be loved where excuses become the norm,

not the tired kind,

but the one where flowers and letters come up in a swarm.

Oh, to be loved in a way where a home isn’t just shared,

but built together far beyond what is aired.

To be loved where going alone was never an option,

so much so that wherever you go, you want to scream, “SHOTGUN!”

To be loved in a way that childhood never said goodbye,

It comes out every time your adult version is on standby.

Oh, to be loved with a bond so tight,

that every fight feels slight.

To be loved…by a man…

a gentleman, I must say.

A man who would do anything to see that smile on my face.

A man who would break rules with me…but with grace.

Imagine a man so tender,

who makes your wounds his centre.

To be loved by a man who knows that little things matter,

because he knows that it makes you truly stammer.

Oh, to be loved by a man whose hand is perfectly sculpted to take mine,

twirling in the rain, our hands intertwined.

Is this love normal?

I do not know…

From where I stand,

it feels too grand.

But, I will be blunt,

this is the love I want.

A love so good…that it just doesn’t seem true.

To be loved like the stories,

the dreams,

the movies.

To be loved in a way…where I sway…

Imagine walking in a room…

your eyes meet his,

and you think -

To be loved so much that it feels like a crime…

Oh, to be loved,

like no other…

and like everyone else at the same time.

Oh no…now everyone knows I’m a delusional dreamer.