love ≠ love // all i see is him right now

love does not equal love, you know?  
love is something unique, like snow  
waiting to be unwrapped, admired  
wanting to be adored, desired  
 
when you talk about love, you may think of the big constellation  
your future family but what a sensation  
yet, when i talk about love I think of morning dew  
I zone out, oh, how I like the sight of you...
 
to be admired, attentious and honest  
like the other guys always promised  
say, can you keep it this time -  
or are you also playing the mime?  
 
a voice so gruff I begin to shiver  
a voice so smooth, flowing like a river  
a mind so designative I feel a quiver  
a mind so creative mine's desperate for just a sliver  
 
a pencil so sharp it kills my imagination  
a pencil so soft it encourages my speculation  
a mind so bold it leads my inspiration  
a mind so shy it doesn't serve well for demonstration  
 
in love with the way you think  
and the way i can catch mine in ink  
admiration for what you create, what you draw  
makes me relate, leaves me in awe.  
 
two minds full of art,  
lyrical and yearning and smart,  
hunters for one's heart,  
talk to me, I'm falling apart  
 
two idiots with the world at their hands  
still oh so unsure of themselves  
one person wants to be everything to the other -  
but does the other person know - or even bother?