Quietly It Comes

Although I’ve never said “I love you”,
My love for you comes out of my eyes
It comes out of my skin when I sweat you
It comes out from between my thighs
From my mouth when I hear you breathing
My love for you is strange
Something I am not acquainted with
It is sudden, naïve, trusting, careless, lustful, and free
This love is new and I am wary
What do I do now with this love?
Should I leave my current cage to fly to yours?
Do I roam the earth, the seas, and the heavens alone
   to find myself = to wander towards you?
Once I leave here, I cannot go back
How can I follow my heart
If I don’t know what it is saying?[/font]