My feelings for you are intense.
I absorb each moment with you
As if I am a sponge.
I sip on your spirit 
Until I am intoxicated.
Like a parasite,
I feed off of you,
But I don’t love you.

Your face appears when I lie to rest.
Sometimes I catch your name
Falling from my lips.
When I am alone
I feel your arms comforting me
And your sweet warm breath
On the back of my neck,
But I don’t love you.

Your touch elates me.
Like a river, my feelings for you run deep.
Like a thicket, you’re dark and mysterious.
When I am with you
I glow like a firefly in July.
With you, I blossom like a rose,
But I don’t love you.

Just because I like to hear your laugh,
Just because I like to see your smile,
Just because your hugs and kisses
are what I Yearn for late at night
It doesn’t mean I love you
I don’t love you.

I may wipe away your tears.
I may tickle your toes.
I may listen to your corny jokes,
I may call you fifty times in one day
just to Hear your voice.
A spark of jealousy might be felt
When you hold another’s hand
It doesn’t mean I love you.
I don’t love you.

So I lie down with you
And call your name
As waves of ectasy fill my soul.
So I lie wrapped up in your arms
as your Heartbeat lulls me to sleep.
Can all of this not mean
That you’re my one and only right now,
and not for forever?
I’m sorry, but I don’t love you.