I Want You

Every time I open a book,
I write all I’ll do for you,
An unending list of surprises and promises.
Every time I smile,
It’s because I’m staring at your picture,
What a resonating beauty.

Every time I think of you,
Words like ink pour out on my paper,
My emotions truly revealed.
Every time I need a reason to love you,
It’s because I’m going to die.
So I want to keep loving you till then.

I want to hold your hands,
Walking in parks under the summer sun.
I want to sit with you,
Sipping lattes in late night coffee shops.
I want to lie by your side,
Star gazing on cold grass at midnight.

I want to kiss you,
Under the mistletoe on Christmas.
I want to play with you,
Building a snowman with Winter’s snow.

I want to chill with you,
Watching Netflix yet lost in the colours of your eyes.
I want to make love to you,
Passionately wrapped in your warmth.
I want to stop fantasizing about you,
There is nothing I want more than for us to be true.

This love is a brute.
Molesting me is my thoughts of you,
Yet I’m quite assured that you love me,
Or maybe it’s because I want you.
Holding on to the little time we spend,
In our chats and calls too.
Trying to find meaning in what I feel,
Hoping it’s no different from yours still.