I reached out a hand
upon it I wrote a note
a question
which should have been a statement
"You are the one"
I asked…"are you a one?"
"Are you my one?"
I do not need ask - nor should no one ever ask,
facts which are plain and clear, need no questioning.
I love you
I am in love with you
and yet I question
not from deep inside
only surface tension,
ready to crack and pop at the first sign of force
yet I fear the consequences of my bubbles burst
So silly when I want to feel the real world
and connect and engage and to be a part of it.
Here I am, ready to be
Hiding behind a mask I do not need.
I love you, however late it is,
I love you so much
You may or may not love me so,
but so what,
I still love.