Love You

I do not love you like the gentle bird
That sings sweet sonnets to the early morning sun.
I do not love you like the exuberant audience
That matches musical beauty with cacophonous applause.

I love you like the frightened whisper,
Teetering precariously on the tip of my tongue,
Too timid to betray my heart.
I love you like the indecisive clouds
That trudge longingly across the vast heavens,
Aching with thunder as their vanishing tears
Descend toward the earth.

Though my silence spreads a cosmic expanse between our hearts,
They beat in glorious unison,
Nurtured by the tacit desires of my soul.
I feel your intoxicating presence so close
That my lips tingle with anticipation
Before you utter, “Goodnight.”
And my desperate breaths grow long and deep
As you fall asleep.