Is it odd, my love,
that I envy others
who have not met you
for the intoxication they have
yet to experience?
Is it odd that I wish to
witness you with new eyes
so I may have the pleasure of
falling for you all over again?
I am grateful, so grateful,
for knowing the meaning
of your various sighs. For
being the cause of your
ecstatic cries. But,
if only for a moment,
I wish to let you fall out of my hands
so that I may catch you again.
You,
my love,
are the oddity.
You
are my exception.