Quit Staring

How to say, the feeling grows stronger.

Blight of romantic twilight
banished from the room,
escorted out by candlelight.

I am falling
out of my skin for you.
It is a little uncomfortable,
but nothing new.

Estoy enamorado profundamente?

Soft, silent night.
Our first noel.

Starting to get why this season
is so beloved, having nothing
to do with religion.

Nothing glows so well
as admiration
ensconced by the tree.

What I imagined
as whimsy stiffens
to hard truth in my arms.

Speaking this truth,
not letting up on my drive— It is imperative I pen down
these things I cannot describe.

Devastated
to be walking out that door— but not fearing any end.

Frenzied
with thoughts
of a start.

You are taking up
every inch of my heart.