For things I want, but know not how to speak of

I yearn for things I know not how to verbalize.

Know not how to put in words. Know not how to untangle from the knot of my heart, of my desires.

Know not, dare not. Perhaps should not. Because, you know, it might jinx it.

Perhaps only if I'm able to define "it", in the first place.

But knowing not doesn't make me yearn any less.

Breathless

Breathless.

Thinking of you takes my breath away.

I love you.

There.
I've said it.

I love you
And it leaves me dazed, breathless and ever so giddy
How much I love you.

Get here quickly, love.
My breath, my love, my heart,
They are yours for the keeping.