Love, is a verb...

Love, can be found in soft spoken words that speak of the unspoken tenderness that lingers within my heart as they nestle themselves towards your unspoken truths, just waiting for the right time for us share ourselves with one another, in person.  
   
Yes, ritualistic sex is important in a relationship to maintain longevity but it’s not the end all and be all when you seek care, love, companionship, healing, compassion, understanding, truth, support, and commitment.    
   
What will happen to each of us when our bodies no longer support that function in 30 or 40 years time from now ?!    
   
I hope you understand what I mean by that, in that nurturing & nourishing one another goes beyond serving one another via the pleasures of the flesh.    
   
Albeit, the latter is extremely important to me as touch is critical to stoking the inner fire. Beyond those antics, it’s the little things that matter the most, like knowing how my touch can alleviate your underlying tensions, and vice versa.    
   
It’s imperative that we never exchange words that manipulate or cut one another to the bone, so deep that our fragile minds are left reeling, and somewhat fractured from the immature love and borderline love/ hate relationships that we’ve both lamented ourselves within for far too long.    
   
Those kind of polarised bonds are unhealthy, and do not serve any real purpose.    
   
When I said look at me, and know that I love you, I meant for you to unearth the depth of my love for you, and know that I want to be the only one that you cry to when life becomes a little too confronting, or because your eyes have imprinted something upon your psyche that you cannot ever unsee.    
   
Y’know those tormenting things that may trigger the escalation of your temporary anxiety or depression.    
   
I can’t promise those things won’t impact upon me too but I’m a riser, in that I bounce back once I’ve had enough time process those things that torment me, like the little things that trigger my insomnia when I’m alone in the twilight hours, and every little noise becomes magnified.    
   
I’ve always loved you, and no truer words have ever been spoken, save the words that are still yet to graciously tumble from my lips to be shared with you, in the ambience of our flickering flame.    
   
Love, is a verb and we have to be consciously aware and attuned with one another to enable us to awaken our true potential to merge into one another, holistically.    
   
And, if after all is said and done, and you still feel compelled to remain anchored to the existing broken ship that may be a burden to you, then I will set sail and find another safe harbour to share my being with.