Until Now, Until Forever, I am Yours

Until now I'd lost all hope at being noticed. I look at people and they do not look back; I am an invisible force walking among them, in them, through them. I am not God, nor do I pretend to be, though it would be nice to get some recognition. I have wandered these broken streets, these towering cities, these changing countries for a lifetime, and yet you are the first to see me. Your hair is like summer gold, your eyes like winter grass, your laugh like spring birds, and your heart like autumn leaves. And yet you, in all your beauty, see me, the invisible.

Until now I'd lost all hope at being happy. I look at people and they laugh, they sing, they dance, all while I sit in the shadows. A silent watcher, a whisper of breath in the night. I am not lonely, though I am often alone. I have watched people change over so many decades, and yet you are something that seems constant. Your hands are firm, your lips are soft, your breath is sweet, and your arms are warm. And yet you, in all your joyous existence, see me, the invisible.

Until now, I hadn't known what love was. I look at you and I see stardust and galaxies and new worlds. I see dreams of what could be, a universe splayed out across the carpet. Your eyes are nebulas, so bright and full of life, so easy to get lost in. There is stardust in my hair, galaxies in my palms, and worlds upon my shoulders, but there is nothing in my heart. I am selfish, because I am not for someone like you. I am dark and cold, while you are light and warm. But, I suppose, a star is only as bright as the darkness it rests in.

Until now, until forever, I am yours.