At first I wasn’t quite sure
But I learnt to read you
To understand the hidden meanings
Behind your metaphors and mythical references.
At first they confused and baffled me
For I stood on unfamiliar ground.
I investigated your words
And what they could possibly mean.
I worried that I wouldn’t be able
To decipher any of it
And my limited understanding
Would leave me frustratingly dissatisfied.
I followed my heart
And remained true in discovering you.
I kept an open-eyed watch whenever you were around.
I looked again and again
And perhaps one more time
Each time awakening from my ignorance.
Seeing more and comprehending…
You unveiled a different world to me
And although it took me a while to grasp it
Now every time I read you
I understand every word and breathe.
I wish I had more adjectives to describe how I feel
I wish I had image soaked sentences like yours.
I look around and wonder why the others don’t realise.
Don’t they know how wonderful you are?
Can’t they see what is right in front of their faces?
Perhaps I don’t want them to know.
I selfishly hope to keep you all to myself.
All completely to myself…
And then I realise.
Maybe you wrote
The language of your heart
Just for me
Knowing I would be the only one
Who would have the determination to interpret it.
For as I delight in reading you
You also delight in being read by me.