Sometimes

just looking

at you is

hard.

You catch

my gaze

and my breath.

You’re ordinary

to the naked

eye,

to the

uninitiated

and the 

uninformed.

For your 

special brand

of black

magic

runs deep,

and lethal.

There is 

no 

cure,

ask me,

I’ve looked.

I have tried

to get 

away,

and faltered,

tried to

move along

and stumbled.

I blame 

you.

Completely.

For your

tenderness.

Your genuine

care.

Your generosity.

Your wit.

Your animal 

magnetism.

Your 

no-holds-barred…

you know.

So, much like

facing

a deadly viper

or a raging

tornado,

I do not run.

I stand my

ground,

and face

my destiny.

For birds of a

feather,

do indeed flock

together.

And you,

my dearest, may

well indeed 

possess the most

glorious plumage

I have

ever

seen.

~Lu