My loving self

I'm not asking for a bouquet of flowers on my step door every single day

I haven't asked for handwritten poems on the daily or for you to have to pay

I never asked for the moon, the sun, the mountains or the bay

If I have asked for too much, who can say?

Just maybe

Pick a flower for me every now and then

And maybe

Say a line from your heart that shows me what's in there.

Let’s look through the window at the same time

Knowing we’ll then be giving each other the moon and the sun.

Show me those streets you know I miss when you go out,

Let me feel like I’m still holding your hand.

And when the year's coming to an end,

Show me the themed lights I can’t stop talking about.

It might be silly for you, I know

I see things that others don’t.

I put significance on random things,

But they are not random for me.

It might seem like they are not there,

But they speak, they tell, they show

When you act, when you show, when you care.

And you care. I know you care.

You care your own way,

I do mine.

You love your own way,

I do mine.

You show it your own way,

I do mine.

Some days I just know that the puzzle piece won’t fit.

Others, I try to cut it

So it’ll look nice even though it’s not complete.

Am I settling for something?

Or are you the one I want to settle down with?

Am I that hard to love?

Or is my loving self lost and I still haven’t found it?