Specialness

I no longer try to capture
translate
the overwhelming feelings
inside me
your existence creates.

Still you do
fill my thoughts
you carry on
being you.
And whether or not
we interact
whether or not
I can express it
it is
at least to me
an inescapable fact:

your specialness affects me
despairs me
possesses me
releases me
fulfills me.


I am, thus,
permanently rapt.