She sits across from me not knowing that an in instant I would gladly give my life for the preservation of her's... an instant. She smiles across from me and she does not know that before I draw my final breathe and gave out my last cry, I would wish to see the beauty of her face. She breathes before me and little does she know, that she takes my breathe away.
She thinks beside me and little does she know, I don't know what she is thinking but oh how I hope it's about me. She leaves the room to go get items from the store and little does she know I miss her beside me.
She speaks to me and little does she know how captivated I am and how I linger on every word she said. I type this without her knowing what it will read, and in doing so I realize that she does something to me no poet could explain, or no artist can display, I type this knowing that without her I only live for the moments when we are together and fight to survive for the moments we are apart.
I love her with my entire being, I would give anything for her and not think twice. I just want her to know that although things are not as they were before, the love I feel, the feelings I get, the actions I do will never change.
She walks back into the room and little does she know I can breathe.
- Cross posted
Picture courtesy: Babar Photography
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