This night, I profess my feelings to you,
Not to be confused with common words and phrases,
And not to be disguised by a slow moving glitz filled air coupled with an added dimension of warmth,
Glitz moving about with an heir of arrogance,
A sense of ownership of the trajectory it covered and will cover,
I focus on your name,
Unpretentious and unassuming,
This is for you,
Words wrapped in emotions that only you can experience,
My expression of feelings,
Simple,
A flowing sea of embryonic fluid surrounds each letter,
To soften, clarify, and magnify each edge and corner,
My clash of words will make sense in lines to come,
The darkness and depth of black filling each letter is softened by a sun filled hue,
Sparkling as the flowing film moves and the surface changes,
The surface that separates the softness with the reality of cold clear air,
Shimmering sunlight softens each letter more with uneven light,
Each letter,
Black, direct, and with no remorse,
I want you to see my words without pain,
My expression of feelings,
Without the depth of blackness,
But with the clarity of emptiness,
My emotions are not of love,
But emotions of joy and feelings of what will be,
The balance of words,
Timed in a manner that will not cause harm,
Harm is based on the combination of impact, sharpness, and duration,
Balance of words,
A powerful tool to console and express without pain,
These words are not sharp and will not harm you as long as balance remains with sinusoidal tendencies,
Each line shall be interweaved with hardness and softness,
No, not hardness,
Instead,
Interweaved with directness, and softness,
Like a startle,
Our minds are sharp and alert when startled,
An unexpected line that consumes among expected lines of expression shall increase the alertness of oneself,
The center of an event,
Capturing all attention,
But slowly realizing the truth behind the impact of your initial emotions,
A fallacy,
Everything is sinusoidal but with balance,
This is no exception,
As you read, the more you realize,
My words do not cut and do not induce pain,
It's truly impossible for anyone to have the capacity to love with little time,
True love through the eyes of a fly is not love at all,
A life that ends briefly has no right to love,
No access,
No ability,
Time is necessary to feel true love,
Love is massive in a physical sense and requires physical time to build up momentum,
The momentum of love becomes true love as it speeds up,
A definitive value that would describe love is conveniently stated as the speed of light,
How ironic,
How coincidental,
Anything less is not real, not authentic and only comforting yet is coupled with the weight of acknowledgement trapped in the dark corner of ones mind,
However,
The previous word offers optimism, depending on the nature of its aforementioned expression,
Like an inviting feeling of the longest finger of a diver,
The moment he contacts the glass surface of a warm and inviting mirror with depth and softness,
After the feeling of cold wrapping his naked body as he translates through cold air between the diving board and the warmth of a pool,
Return to the womb,
The soul of comfort,
I extend no harm,
Just comforting words and balance,
For a woman I hope to love,
In time,
Feelings are real and are not dependent on time,
Feelings are the path that leads to love,
I accept the journey,
This dynamic form of expression,
Paralleling a soliloquy as I write,
In and out, like my minds volatile nature for direction of thought,
Unique but anymore would quickly disturb the balance of expression,
Anymore and it would appear egotistical in nature,
Like a perpetuating soliloquy with a focus of one's own observations,
So I stop with the parallelism rhetoric now,
I focus only on you,
I transition with a large and endless red curtain,
Fade to black,
Next scene,
I am falling for you,
I am falling hard,
I fall along side the same endless red curtain that helped transition this scene,
No bottom,
Only transitions,
Phases without a clear start,
An infinite blend of light from one phase to another,
The blackness soon becomes filled with light,
Ying becomes Yang,
I cannot see a change in the infinite blend but I remember the darkness from before and it is brighter than I remember,
Balance is maintained,
I never stop falling for you,
A perpetual acceleration that knows no terminal velocity,
I soon find love,
Brightening as I transcend downward,
As light fills the endless space,
I realize something,
I am not falling,
I am flying,
I am flying upward,
Defying gravity and any physical concept from any physical law from any earthly bound scientist,
Forever,
I fly forever as we become closer,
I realize something else,
The light from my world is not internal,
It is caused by a reaction with you,
As we become closer,
My world becomes brighter,
Your world becomes brighter,
We light each other's worlds,
Perpetual transfer of light energy with no loss through transition between the medium,
Our worlds combine,
I stop flying but I never stop falling for you,
We are now suspended,
Inches apart,
I focus on your face,
Light reflects off your body with no external source yet there is a definitive direction with shadows to humanize the experience,
Simply shining,
Blackness surrounds our suspended bodies,
Consuming all light around us,
Only our bodies can be seen,
Soft ample light reflecting off our skin and into our eyes,
The light that shines back from our eyes is more experienced and insightful than when it entered,
This light is internalized as it enters our soul,
It returns through our eyes,
The way it came in,
Somber, yet more brilliant,
Full of experience and enlightened from the touch of our souls,
This light flows between us,
With no direction,
Yet with a clear direction,
It simply flows in all directions at once and follows a definitive path, simultaneously,
Our skin is numb from the constant flow of air as we flew to our destination,
We have reached our destination but our journey is not over,
Now we fly together,
Forever
Love is found,
Love is strong,
Love grows,
Love exists,
Love waits for the journey to be complete
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