The One

There's a guy.
I think he's the one.
I dream about him
when I'm awake,
and that's why
I can't sleep.
I don't know what's going to happen.
He seems to like me back,
but I'm afraid
that I'll frighten him away.
How do you know when
your love is too much
for one person to bear?

I've been lonely for too long
even though I've filled my time
with companionship.
Like I said,
he's the one. (You might ask me,
how do I know.
After all, we only had
two dates.)
Maybe it's his neverending smile
when he's with me
because I'd like to think
he uses it "only for me."
Maybe it's his eyes
with pure joy and brilliance.
They are eyes I can trust
and feel at home.
He looks like an honest man.
I want to trust in him.
I want to think
I can be with him,
that he wants to be with me,
and for that reason
I know
if it doesn't work out
I'd be that much more crushed,
belittled,
rejected,
hurt,
and small (like a tiny seedling).
I want to be a flower, however,
in full form,
thriving in the sun,
growing at full potential.
That's what love is.
Love is a delicate flower
with petals soft to the touch.
When I kissed his lips
I became lost in their sweet folds.
I sweltered in their pleasurable smoothness,
supple,
and I long for them,
for their return to my lips.
I kind of think
he's like a drug,
and I've been hooked by
his intoxicating sweetness,
by his enticing gaze.
"You had me at hello."

Hello, I'm alone,

but the memories of last night
fill me with warmth
because I can still feel your presence.
Your arms rolled up in mine,
you feel like a strong and cuddly
teddy bear.
You said you'd protect me.
I trust you.
I trust you so much
it hurts.