I don’t want my love to be an idea that I think of from far away/ I want it to be something I breathe in with the smell of your hair/ I want to mindlessly reach back behind my carseat and feel your hand/ Supple and always warm, like all the rest of your body/ And not even think of it or think of how much I love you/ I want to wake up from a dream where I kissed you and realized / My love for you a thousand times across a thousand lifetimes/ And find your warm face asleep before me/ And smile and love you a thousand and one times/ Can I not just hold onto your body for as long as my arms last?/ Might I look up at you after you’ve put your shoes on?/ There is a soft, enduring gentleness to your breath and your kiss/ That softens my body and my soul/ It’s a gentle love/ The kind that you feel bleeding from your seams/ Exploding from your body and inevitably killing you/ I’ll always smile at you when you’re not looking/ I want to love you in millions of in-passing, forgettable moments / Little things that go unnoticed and unrecorded/ Taking them for granted as they happen/ A bitter kind of love/ Because if I have to miss you every day and traverse through this life/ Suffering at the cruelest hands of my heart, I cannot help/ Than love so deeply/ There’s a room inside me that will always be yours/ Leave your wallpaper on the walls/ This feeling is bigger than me/ Bigger than my body/ It runs to a deeper place than my mortal life will ever know/ My soul is interconnected with yours, intertwined forever/ To endure times my body will never see/ The way one wave crashes after the next, on into whatever eternity I can comprehend/ My love is as inevitable as tomorrow/