I LOVE YOU... No! You don't get it!!!

A Poem by Alexander143

'I love you' is overused... Here's how my 'I love you' is supposed to sound different.

I Love You… No, You DON’T Get It!

My heart… Beating… Beating me for every unspoken word;
Every choked tweet of a song less love bird.
Every feeling harbored inside, unexpressed,
And every moment I let past me; a waste.

I LOVE YOU… No! You don’t get it…

Not because you’re fly, but still down to earth.
Not because all the re-based dollars in the world-
Can’t begin to challenge the impossibility-
Of measuring your indescribable worth.

Not cuz you fit in the crown of beauty at your birth.
Not even because your beauty casts a dark shadow of doubt-
Across the truth that your existence begun with a single divine breath.

I love you…
Not with the kind of love that can easily be expressed-
By mere word of mouth and heard through the ears.
I mean, I love you. I can be me fully in your presence-
Without any trace of doubts, worries or fears.

I LOVE YOU… And... No! You don’t get it.

I love you so much that if the Moses in you-
Fails to divide the sea of pain between me and you,
The Noah in me will build an ark-
And I’ll still get through to you.

I love you so much that I’ll stare intently in your eyes-
Until you believe that to me, you’re more than beautiful.
I love you so much because even without Steve Jobs,
You will still be the only apple of my ‘i’.
I’ll love you for every ‘now’ that we get-
Cuz forever might have less ‘ours’ than you and I.

I love you so much that if you’re ever done with and over me,
I’ll go psychotic, like some math equation, ever trying to find my x.
So much that if you and I are another accident-
Then I’ll ever thank Adam for the gift of mistakes.

I LOVE YOU… But, you just don’t get it.

I love you so much because if we were stuck in Sodom-
And evil was all that everybody did, you’d be a virgin.
They say, ‘The beautiful ones aren’t yet born’,
Well, your better will come only arrive-
After the particles of the big bang are done merging.

I love you…
Not with the kind of love that can easily be made,
With less than the required number of tools;
Say, a room, parked car, a couple of closed doors-
Oh! And, a naïve pair of fired up fools.

I love you…
Because, in your mind’s purity,
I see a sort of Lazarus, It’s a miracle to raise you.
Not because you’re an angel or a goddess,
But because you’re never too good to be true to you.

I LOVE YOU…

But, you just won’t get it…

Because, if you got it, you’d not just smile as you read about it,
You’d pick up your damned pen and write that you too can feel it.

So then…

I LOVE YOU…

Gosh! I doubt you really got it….

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