i cherish you,

as much as great,

when weighed against the character – of good.

 

i lose myself in you.

somewhere i’ve yet to travel;

possibility of your suppose –

implication of your – conceive…

 

somehow –

with effort more than just enough,

you rescue me from shadows of unable-

set me free outside the paradigms of can’t.

 

un-lost,

i find my-self perplexed by allocation of your compassion.

your gift of trust – captivating –

more visible than sight,

to one that chooses not to see.