The Softness In Your Words

I hear a softness in your words. They may be only written, but they speak to me in your voice. Gentle, like the whispering of snowflakes to the ground as they lovingly alight upon it. It's hard to ignore the possibilities of your meaning as they arise and tickle my eager neurons. I'm unsure whether to believe their suggestions whilst they slip down my spinal cord to appeal to my heart. It's difficult not to let them lift me into a fantasy world with their warm, inspiring influence on my soul. I do not need them to be true, my life is lit brightly enough just by my knowing you. And I fear this may all fall to pieces if they were.. But a part of me, a big part, wants them to be.. That part has no fear, knows only love. Innocent and immense. An intensity beyond mere emotion. A great movement of spirit. Untamed, and untameable. Wild, like the Universe itself. If those possibilities are true, could we just be friends in love? I wish I knew how to say all this to you for real, without the fear of hurting our rapport.. More than anything I just want to know what to do with my hypermelodious heart..