As You Are

I do not Wish to Call you As a name. Nor house The responsibilty, Harboured by words That are frigid, And fit soley, Into a frame. Neither do I desire, To see you, As an object, Reduced by The limitations And capacity Of thoughts, To be owned, Posessed, And aquired. These types Of riches, Can certainly, Hold nothing, Of real value. But to know you, Only, as you are. A movement, A force, An action, Living, In this moment, That which, Became.