You’re loud and rambunctious; always shouting and causing a commotion, or voicing your opinion even when no one else wants to hear it. You aren’t afraid of telling people how you feel, and when you do, you are proud to do so. You’re highly energetic, bouncing from one place to another, always ready to go, have fun, train, fight, eat, whatever strikes your transient flight of fancy. There hasn’t been a day with you that I have felt as though you were too slow, or too mellow.
I couldn’t even begin to think of something like that. Not with you.
Others admire you for it. More than once, I’ve seen someone lusting after you, vying for your hand, and you always seem to shoot them down. Although you’re polite and shy about it, you’re adamant. Quite firmly, you tell them you’re not interested in a relationship and that you’re sorry.
But, that doesn’t scare me away. I’m still here, waiting for you to come to me. I’m still here, watching you from afar.
You smile at your friends, tell them about your day, and not once does your glance stray to a young man that you may find of interest. You aren’t lying when you say you aren’t interested. Still, I can wait for the day when you will be. And if you will have me, I will be ready.
You smile at me while you’re talking, and it lights up my night sky, breaks dawn over stormy clouds and sends turbulent seas into calming arrays. Everything is flipped upside down and righted once more so quickly and so roughly that I can no longer find my bearings. My words leave me, and my heart thuds loudly in my head.
I couldn’t ask for something more exhilarating and exciting, and though you don’t see it, it is only one of many reasons that I love you.
That smile is always on those perfect lips. It seems painted there, pretty as a picture, forever gracing those around it. It lights up your wondrous eyes and turns them into a magical land that I can fall into a thousand times and still get lost a thousand more.
And I know that deep down inside, you’re not always happy. Down in the most secretive places of your heart, you long for someone to be there for you, even if you don’t think you’re worth it. You want someone to be true to you, to tend to you, to care for you, when you are unable to do so for yourself. Although you would never say it, you are lonely at night; needing someone there beside you but not able to voice the matter or accept it from anyone else.
I know you’re worth it. I know you deserve so much more than you let on. I know, for a fact, that you deserve the world, and I intend to give it to you.
I can see the pure soul shining in your eyes. And I can see what you won’t.
You do shut others out, it’s true; for protection. And you put up impregnable walls that no army could surmount, not with the most industrialized technologies. But I don’t want to break those walls down. I want to scale them and sneak my way into your heart, inch by inch if I must.
But for once, please, let me see underneath all of your beauty; let me see the undeveloped parts of you that aren’t ready for the stage. Let me see what’s coming to life, and let me help you nurture it. Let me see the real you: the broken, damaged chunks being stripped away by tender kisses and light touches.
Let me see you, in your glory, even if it’s meager.
Let me love you.
Let me be there for you, even if only for a moment.