We love honesty.

I feel so lucky to have you.
Kissing your lips so tenderly.
Then you slip away.
Like smoke into the winds.
You vanish.
All that lingers is your touch.
Emotions well up inside and then I feel you there.
Right at home where you belong.
In my heart.
Constantly capturing my soul.
Maybe I love the concept of loving someone.
Maybe I don't even really know what it means to love.
Maybe I'll watch over you until I can't anymore.
This tortured consumption coming over me is self made and you inspired it.
We're the culprits in the perfect crime.
Tell me, is it okay to love you so?