3.18.22 // I Want to Know You

I want to know you.
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I want to see you in the light and feel you in the dark.
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I want to know every line on your hand and wrinkle on your face.
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A topographic map of heaven etched in perfection that you wear with such ease, your face is nothing short of everything my eyes need.
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I want to study you and learn every small mannerism, it's like kindling to my fire, a slow but consistent lingering burn of desire.
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But that isn't knowing you, is it?
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To simply see you and love you from the outside isn't enough.
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I can love and worship your outside like a patron to their shrine, but to know your inside, where stardust and brainwaves go to collide, is nothing short of divine.
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After all, I want to know every thought that crosses your mind.
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I want to listen to your secrets.
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I want to learn your fears.
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I want to hold your internal compass, watching her veer, letting the needle spin while you ceaselessly steer, finding your way home, your true north, hopefully landing somewhere with me near.
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I want to know you.
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But you already know. The question is, will you let me? I promise it won't shake our status quo.
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I've loved you yesterday and I'll love you tomorrow, but I'll always want to know you as you continue to grow.