I love him

Every time I think of him I feel like
Éponine in Les Misérables
I feel like someone who will never be-
loved

If only by the man of my dreams
If only to wish that-
when I look into his eyes
It’s my face I’ll recognize

I love him.
For the way his smile lit the darkness in me
I love him.
For the way his grace dissolves my indifference
I love him.
For the way he crafts word and tastes like fine wine
I love him.
For the way his hair dances in the flickering light
I love him.
For, his face- structured in a perfected way
I love him.
For his unapologetic ways of being himself
I love him

-but maybe,

only

on my own

© Bluesirie 20130505

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