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There is no word for nearly in love.
It makes sense I suppose.
The rest of the world doesn’t look at your hair tangled just past your shoulders.
The rest of the world doesn’t cry dry tears at the thought of perfect you.
The rest of the world doesn’t feel the fluttering patter of wings against my heart from just the thought.
It doesn’t see my eyes soften when you are brought up in conversation.
It is too soon to be in love, and I am not sure I believe in the word.
But, there is no way for me to say that I am nearly in love with you.
That, I love you but am not quite ready to add the word ‘in’.
That I look at you and cannot see a future, but I see a present and that is more than I have managed before.
I feel beaded raindrops fall the wrong way up my arms when you smile.
I see sunflowers in the sun and it never fails to bring me back to you.
To this dilemma I face,
To the fact that you are gorgeous and good, and you will see that soon.
I hope you see that soon…
And I will watch as my not quite-so close love will radiate for those that can feel.
Because, the world does not see kind eyes and think about the love that could have been, if I could believe.
There is no word for nearly in love,
So lovely will have to do.