What more must I do?
To help you believe I love you.
I am sorry that my love is not metaphorically inclined
I am a lover of the transparent kind
Not the kind wrapped in poetic lines.
I am sorry that you hold a picture of love
That is misconstrued by the fantasists of the world.
They are not people who want real love.
I do not wish to be “wooed” or to be “swept off my feet”
I want my words to be reciprocated.
When I extend my hand, it is yours I wish to meet
I want you to be proximate, close to every fibre of my being.
I want your heart to race every time you see my face.
I want to feel the same
Not just tell you I feel that way.