I see you, a beacon in the night.

You are dangerous, devilish, destructive.

I love you, with my heart.

I approach, not caring who sees.

I only care to be near you.

The danger is half of the thrill.

I try to woo you with wit.

You are unmoved.

I try to win your heart with poems of love.

You ignore me.

I try to tell tales of distant lands, what lies beyond.

You could not care less.

I stop being rational, no longer caring who hears my pleas for your love.

I tell you about my dreams.

I tell you of my fear of spiders.

You don't even listen.

I tell you of my love for you.

You don't respond.

I tell you of everything I have ever experienced.

I tell you of everyone I have ever met.

I tell you of everyday I have loved you.

I tell you of my hopes.

You Do Not Care.

I visit you, hoping to at least win friendship, if not your love.

As I tell you tales of explorers from the past...

A spider crawls up on your beautiful bulb...

I start to panic... wanting to fly away

You intensify your glow, destroying your bulb.

Shattered glass flies around me, as I rush to see if you are okay.

You force out a phrase that stopped my heart.

I love you... This is worth it, because it keeps you safe.

You turn around, and look into Their eyes.

You feel Their hatred, boiling, bubbling.

You turn away quickly, ashamed.

They are too beautiful to be seen by You.

They look down, noticing Your presence.

They walk towards You, glaring, grimacing.

They turn away slowly, disgusted.

You are far too ugly for those perfect eyes.

You back away from Their beautiful eyes,

You turn around, hurting, hating.

You want to leave, desperately.

They are too beautiful to be seen with You.

They face You and take a step forward.

They walk closer, seething, simmering.

They want You to hurt, again.

You are a flea next to a deity.

You start to run.

They easily catch up, and call Your name

You stop, stumbling over Your feet.

They know your name?

They reach for You, showing You Their perfect hand.

You crawl backwards, keeping them away from someone as insignificant as You.

They stop, freed from the insanity that led Them to being willing to touch You.

You take a step towards Them.

You watch for Their reaction...

They don't react.

You start to take another

They shouldn't be touched by You. You turn again, and begin to run.

They run too.

You are not as fast as Them.

They catch up, keeping perfect pace.

You are running out of breath.

You stop, gasping for air.

They stop, and take You into Their arms.

You panic first, but then melt into Their embrace.

They whisper

"I Will Always Love You".