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.