My First, My Love

My Love...
To tell a girl
I love you,
Takes courage in so many ways;
Especially when trying to achieve,
Her trust and emotional balance.
I tell you to whisper,
You whisper you care.
I feel joy when I see you,
Watching you when you
don't even know.
I remember lying on my bed,
Reading poems about you.
I remember lying on your back,
Listening to your heart beat.
Whenever I held your hand,
I felt your love passing through me.
I listened to your thoughts
and ignored your words.
Telling you I love you,
No doubt either perfects
the relationship held upon people living in sweet serenity,
or stifles those emotions from the apparent bliss.
Eternally yours
is what friends and lovers offer.
To revel in the bliss of sweet devotion.
You alone *Pookie* are a marvel,
That I dedicate a part
of that devotion to.
Attempting to aspire over the trust
shared among us.
I am reliant on your needs,
Swearing never to abuse
mine upon you.
The true meaning of love
Is unknown to my head.
Opportunity is what
has arisen in my heart.
The future is fueled with uncertainty.
I love you, Baby.
Shnocums.