Secret Admirer

I want not your love,
I want not your money,
I want not your care,
Nor for you to call me "honey".

I'm still young, you're younger,
I can honestly say,
I don't think theres a chance that we'll marry someday. 

But when my lungs breathe,
When my heart beats,
And I whisper through dry lips,
"I love you. "

I mean it. 

I want you to know,
That I care about you. 
Although I can't swear that I'll never leave you. 

I want you to live a happier life. 
I want you to please put away that knife. 

I want not your body,
Your devotion or trust,
Though I struggle daily against temptation and lust. 

I want you to know that you're loved. 
You don't need to know why or who. 

I want you to know that you're safe, 
Though my arms aren't around you.