onloving

On Loving

This is not love - I insist.
To love is to know you -
to love is to fall for you,
and not the idea of you
or the image you once presented
To love is to love every flaw,
to adore every shortcoming,
to see every emotion behind your eyes.
No, I have not ever loved you,
and I cannot love you
when you are as far as Saturn,
but still I dream -
of loving and adoring and seeing,
and still I dream
of being loved
and adored

and seen.

love poems anonymous