Let me count the shades of brown in your starlight eyes and I'll let you try to count the number of times I have whispered your name like a prayer,
"Love. Love. Love. My Love," like my saving grace in this world of disaster,
Allow me to perceive you in the light of perfection on the pedestal of flawlessness right where you belong,
And I will continue to strum to the beat of your heart, the pattern of your breath, my favorite song,
Permit me to worship the ground that you step in,
Your Godsent traces like little bits of heaven,

Give me the permission to view you like that because that's all I am left to do,
For it is not me that is allowed to treasure you,
Hold you,
Caress you with the strength of the gentlest angels up above,
Kiss you with all the passion in the word love,

My hands are cuffed by restrictions of the missing title, the missing feelings,
I cannot touch you without the key within your heart's bearing,
The door covered with words in black ink "I love you too",
Those words impossible to push out of you,

My lips are locked with the chains of the silenced I love you's,
They shackle in loud mockery,
"I adore you. I live for you. I love you. I. Love. You."
Coming out in choppy stutters, "I love you."
They glimmer, they shine each time I dream of calling you mine,
They clear up and reflect the response so clearly written in your eyes: We'll stay friends. That's fine.