I wrote this many years ago hoping to convince someone special to me that they meant the world to me.

I can only be who I can be,

and love you,

no matter how imperfectly,

with all my being.

 

You light my fire every single day,

in ways you’d never even know,

and though that fire may have dimmed with age,

it still rages deep inside,

for you,

and you alone.

 

I can only be who I can be,

but fearfully know,

that you can only be who you can be,

and hope that you don’t judge me harshly,

for all the things that I know I’m not.

 

I can only love you,

and hold my breath,

and hope you love me back.