people ask me, “is she yours?”
“you look at her like a newly lit Christmas tree”
“in aww of the beauty, not just the star, the entirety”
“you treat her with the gentleness of old birthday letters of family who passed”
“careful not to rip or smudge the precious insides”
“I see your kindness radiate at a moments notice in her presence”
but to the people of my mind I say
“no, loving someone doesn’t always change their heart”
it leads the lovers heart to yearn in silence
leaving the people of his mind to speak only in writing