Enamored

I am tired.
Despite this unrest,
You are my first thought.

My last.
You are my happiness.
My misery.

I am thinking.

Endlessly
Fruitfully.
About us.
About my love for you.

Is it an annoyance to you?
Having someone whispering sweet nothings?
Does it make you hopeful?
Indifferent?
Glowing?

I am tired.
But you are in my thoughts.
You are what I think of before I
Rest my tired soul.

You are what my body dreams of.
You are who I want to be with.
You are the one individual I would give my all to.

You are the one.
That one.
My one.

I am tired.
I want full acceptance.

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