I love you -
not in the past
and not in the future,
but in the split-second moment
between never and forever.
I love you -
not in the light,
not in the dark,
but in the misty, half-lit dawn
separating night and day.
My love for you
cannot be classified
as strictly black or white,
wrong or right.
It is found somewhere
in the rainbow region
of the spectrum,
encompassing and radiating
all colors at once.
I love you
in that murky,
half-awake, half asleep realm
where things are heard
and yet not heard,
at the border of sound and silence.
It is sensed and felt,
intangible,
untouchable,
as unprovable as my soul.
How do I define
things I cannot fully know?
The things that cannot be
seen, heard, smelled, tasted, or touched
by human senses?
How do I know it is even there?
How can I tell you
and make you understand
something that cannot be understood?
How can I know
you feel the same way?
I cannot.
I can only tell you that
I love you -
with a warmth
neither hot nor cold,
a passion both weak and strong,
in a world found
somewhere between
fantasy and reality,
sanity and insanity,
apathy and obsession.
In a non-world
deep inside my heart and my soul,
that brings me close enough
to sense you with all my
human senses,
even though you are miles away.