I met you long ago, but you met me first.
You were shy, and I didn’t notice.
But quietly, you noticed me.
Sketches of worlds that had not been made,
And places never to be trodden by human feet.
And I didn’t notice.
It took some time, but I would notice.
I noticed you first when you spoke.
I noticed you again when you laughed.
I noticed you when you were passionate,
When you were swept with intense fervor
Like the ocean tides swaying under a full moon.
I notice you still, when you say silly phrases,
Whispering strange nothings
As we laugh under evening lamplight.
When you speak of lofty things,
Things mankind was never meant to understand.
But you try your best.
I notice you.
I see your deep gazes reflecting mine,
Pools of green
Covering the pathways into your soul.
I see you.
I see your hands interlock with mine,
So that maybe I won’t let go for a while.
I see your quirks,
your hand gestures,
your beautiful smile,
your fantastic teasing.
I see you and I notice.
And every day I notice more.
I align myself to your patterns,
Walk beside your newly trod paths,
And pray with a madman’s hope
That I can continue walking them for a while.