Creed

This is how
I think.
I think of you.
I think of you and me.
I think of you and me kissing.
I think of you and me kissing under a tree.
I think of you and me kissing under a tree in the night.
I think of you and me kissing under a tree in the night when the world sleeps.

This is what
I feel.
I feel you.
I feel you against me.
I feel you against me, breathing.
I feel you against me, breathing upon my flesh.
I feel you against me, breathing upon my flesh, with your flesh closely pressed against mine.

This is what
I believe.
I believe you.
I believe you love me.
I believe you love me when you smile.
I believe you love me when you smile and reach for me.
I believe you love me when you reach for me with your hand.
I believe you love me when you reach for me with your hand and stroke my hair gently.

This is what
I know.
I know you.
I know you feel.
I know you feel how I feel.
I know you feel how I feel is important.
I know you feel how I feel is important to your happiness.
I know you feel how I feel is crucial to your happiness, but you are not ready to admit it.

I think you love me.
I feel you want me.
I believe you need me.
I know you will take me,
one day.
And I will always wait for that day.