Northern Star

I wonder
if you take for granted
my constant assurances
professions
declarations of love
always tumbling from my mouth.

Or if you are (care)fully aware
that this truth
was designed
set aside
for you alone
before it came our time.

Have all these lakes of fire
I've crossed
on bruised and determined knees
dressed in love's fire resistant cloths
burned away your doubts?

Or do you require
I lay at your alter
more flesh from my soul?

There will come
moments
where it will appear I've faltered,
fallen asleep behind the wheel
steered in your northern (direct)ion.

For my (im)perfection
tends to get in the way
of my head
but never my heart.

Never my fiercely,
crashing,

softly
steadily
into you...

heart.

Open completely
to you.

Yours
for the taking.

Again and again.

For I will never grow weary of loving you.