I don’t imagine loving you

I do not imagine your tresses as they fall

on your shoulders,

I do not admire you overwhelmingly then

although I do look

but not with expressions

of callous flirtations

but of perhaps awe

or maybe a mild appreciation

what if i say this now

that in my subconscious reality

your presence has a beauty

of its own

mind you it is not really therapeutic

or meditative

but it does makes my head argue

with my heart

I do look at your eyebrows

when you are contemplative

your eyes laugh when you do

and i can gather the ripened moment

when you wish to cry or seek comfort

I imagine spending time with you

and i most certainly look for you

in my dreams,

creating ripples of

Innocent joys

In my own way, I am smitten

by your feminine swagger

and love the way you share

your stories

I enjoy visiting book shops, cafes and libraries

with you

or any place where you want to be

where I can get inspired

by your effervescence

and our ignorant brevity

I cherish being in love with you

But I don’t imagine loving you 

the words are hollow

and the emotions set the tone

when I think of you