The Awakening

The bubble must burst;
inevitably; irrevocably!

I only ask that it leaves...
A lasting hue
staining my senses;
A soft buzz,
to quieten my fears
And..
a tiny spark,
that sets my soul ablaze!

I love you not for the things you are proud of;
for what you love to be loved for...
your success, your intellect, your wit, your chivalry, your machismo
all these are adorable, no doubt, and they amuse me
just as much as my little girl's pretty antics would
However...
it's your deepest fears, your darkest secrets
all those hurt that you struggle to hide,
the weaknesses with which you crumble f...rom inside
the scars you are ashamed to show the world,
I love you mainly for these and more
I see through you my dearest,
and therefore,
I love you....