silent minutes are
clamorous hours to the lonely
at that moment
the interminable thin line
that divides life and fantasy
honesty and deceit
pleasure and pain
spins its way into ones
heart
as well as the mind
its everywhere
dominating optimistic premonitions
devouring past opinions
its anywhere
it becomes
the space
between strong emotional support
and massaging your deepest fears
in oils of hope
it becomes
the interval
between wanting to know
where you are
and wanting to be every
where you are
it becomes
the interlude
between a cliched cluttered love song
and a ballad of love lost 
it becomes
the gasp
between hearing your every breath
and every breath i breathe being for you
its
not wanting you to be my wife
rather
yearning to be your husband
its
the mesmerizing image
of looking into your eyes
and not being able to tell
where you actually begin and heaven ends
its 
love
its everywhere