Why hasn't he rejected what I feel?
He's open to embracing what's real.
I'm convinced and confident that our fire has been ignited.
Consciously rejecting affection?
No, what we've found is not unrequited.
I might sound like I'm rushing while I search for a place to settle.
Releasing all emotion, my decision is firmly stable.
I'm headed toward uncertainty.
Forgiving along the way.
Leaving behind a trail of blood shed from struggling scruffle;
Tussling with love and heartache.

This feels right, so I'm with it.
I imagine them before him asunder.
I lay lusting, amorous thoughts and smitten.
Silently listening;
As my window rattles wet rain and thunder..
I wonder.