venting through hugging razor wire

you
who I long to kiss,
to hold,
to caress;

you who I desire,
to stare in the eyes of
before drifting off to sleep
with you in my arms;

you,
whose sacred temple of flesh,
I dream of going down on my knees
and worshipping at;

you,
who I would
sacrifice a
thousand worlds for;

you.
I love you,
and I know
that you will never
say it and mean it
the way
I do.