Yours

I love you like it is my job to do so, proudly wearing the badge that says Employee Of The Year. At each year's end, I will beg for another contract, refusing to project my energy elsewhere.

Even though I am as unknown to you as last season's dead leaves, my love is stronger than the mighty elm that once held them. I am the little bird at the top of the bare branch you have not seen, cheering for you as you soar to your own heights without me.

Some may call what I am doing wrong. I think not. I truly mean no harm. What is done in the name of love can only be right. Agreed? Perhaps our buildings were built with a future intent. Brick by brick a lovestruck mason could have surmised. "What if a man were to gaze out from this very window and look down. What would he see?" Yes. It all makes sense. He built this window where I sit for me; where I watch you read by the light shining in from the sun through your window illuminating each of your features; your silky brown hair, your golden skin, the slope of your nose casting just the right amount of shadow over your lips, all created by the hand of a generous God.

I can only hope someday you will look up directly at me and know, better yet we will meet down in the courtyard. Our eyes will lock and you will understand that I am the one you have been waiting for. I am the one that has loved you long before you were born and I will love you until my last dying breath and beyond. Even if my love should remain anonymous, if my love for you is not seen, how does that mean it does not exist? True love cannot hide from itself. And if it is blind, then let me be guilty.

Are you reading love poems today? Search for me in the words. Find me there if nowhere else, my love. In this lifetime or the next, I am all yours.