What It Means

You ask me why I feel like I do
Loving you
Wanting you

What words can I say that make me this way, make me stay, won't turn you away
How can I make you understand, give you a hand, open your eyes to truly see
What it is your love means to me
I know that you are hard to get next to
You glued yourself tight
No insight, no love right on your surface
Your past kept you from loving, from coming into what could be yours
You tried, you lied and inside you died from all the hurt
You quit loving
You even gave up on Yourself
You let others tread upon your soul
Finally existing on food and air, you were given to me
You were finally free, ready to be..loved
You resisted and yet you allowed me to touch, not feeling at first, ready to burst
You gave in and slowly let down some walls
Silent calls that this too would not be forever
You gave me a chance, some time to make some romance, thinking that would be that
Time changed that for you, now hopeful that you would see me too, I stayed
Taking time to look in your eyes, though you are not ready to look in for too long
Knowing that you've given me these things, I don't need diamond rings
For those things aren't real, they don't feel, like it does when you give of yourself

So
When you ask me why I love you like I do
Then I can say
Baby
It's because of the way you have loved me too

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