he has turned me into a 17-year-old who yearns for his love, attention, gaze and appreciation
i think he has conjured some magic on me where i can't stop thinking and writing about him
i know this blog is turning into a rambling fest of my love-struck mind, but i don't care
i know this post has no poetry or rhyme, but i don't care
i know i sound stupid, irrelevant, incoherent in front of him sometimes, but i don't care
i know all my posts here are excessively soaked with adjectives and metaphors i bestow upon him, but i don't care
all i care about is the smile on his face and sparkle in his eyes when he corrects me
all i care about is how he turns me on with his intelligent comebacks
all i care about is how he cares for me and my wishes
all i care about is how he grounds me when i get carried away
all i care about is the space and independence he gives my gypsy soul
all i care about is how his presence has tamed the hurricane inside me
all i care about is how much i love him and how much he loves me