I love you as one embraces the everlasting supplier of burning fire,
Light, light, like honesty, bares your deepest secrets, desires;
Revealing the ugliest of things,
And if I were to shove a flashlight into your cluttered, dusty mind and-
See reality take shape, I would still love you endlessly.
I love you the way a mother flaunts her only babe, proud
I love you as an amateur poet envelops clichés, not knowing how
I love you incompletely, the holes still filling in, one by one,
I love you one day at a time, straightforwardly, patiently,
So I love you because this is the only path I know perfectly.