This is Love

In another world I would be lost without
His voice and touch, but in the big world  
I am perfectly happy as I wipe away my
Own tears. There would be no doubts
As I look at his smile. I feel his body curled  
Next to me, but did he see the tears I cry?
 
So quiet that he does not hear one drop.
There are parts of me he still did not quite
Understand. He got the happy parts of
Me, but did not get the sadness or stop
To understand what is gone too. The fight
I used to have is no longer there. The love
 
I felt with my entire soul has disappeared.
Does he still love me or all the fragments  
Of who I used to be? Love would make me
Cautious and guarded, but I reappeared
From the darkness, ready for segments
To become linear and whole. Did he see
 
Me for who I really am? A girl and woman
Right on the edge, but trusting the fall to
The bottom. Someone who is willing and
Ready to trust love. He would take a bullet
For me and he would paint the sky blue
To see me happy, but to truly understand
 
Or know me, he has to get more than skin
Deep. He has to travel to my heart in order
To get why I am so afraid. He realizes I am
Not any girl, but someone who gets lost in
My head and I am willing to cross border
Lines for love. My heart gets in a big jam
 
And in a tanged web when it comes down
To loving someone else, but for him I was
Inclined to try. He knows there are days
In which I did not want to wear my crown
Made of jewels and gold. It is love as cars
Break down and he is willing to see a way
 
To walk through the clouds and stormy
Skies. This love is far from being thorny.