Love redirected.

You are my quintessential romance.
The mate of my century,
My hundred years of what I call life.
I love you.

I call you mine, and we will be there.
Fields of fog will never divide,
Completely.
Pull together as a group,
A seperate soul.
Solidity in millions.
The make up of our star struck eyes.

In a field of a million hearts,
I find mine to be the only one breaking.

I love you,
But I am not in love with you.

I will tell my heart to be silent,
and it will.

by oliviaisahorridpoet
posted on 12/13/2007