Dear You, On Loving the Man I Cannot
I have to ask you to do me favour
Tell him his eyes are galaxies of hazel and green
And that he calms tempests in my soul
Tell him he is my most constant reminder that there is always tomorrow
And that he doesn’t have to always know how to help me
Because he does it without trying
Show him that he has created flowers from thorns
Brought the dead back to life
And has saved my life (albeit indirectly)
Above all; remind him he is loved.
Tell him that he is why the sun rises
And unselfishly lights the night sky with stars
Because I never will.
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