Dash After Dash

I love you, you know.

And it may not honestly matter

In what state of reciprocity you are.

It doesn't all, actually.

That has no hindrance on this

Sort of thing.

Because yes,

I am fairly certain more times than not,

That I do, in fact,

Love you.

Not some sort of silly thing

That passes quickly

And not some overtly lusty

Sort of ordeal or dalliance.

Simply put:

I like you more than average

For reasons too numerous to explain easily.

It makes no difference what you think of this

(Because you don't know).

I stopped caring about what could be said of this

Strange fascination and adoration I harbor for you.

You, of course, mean more than you think.

But sometimes,

I think you get it.

How peculiar,

But you'll say some small words

in a small voice

And I must listen very carefully

To make sure I am hearing you right.

But despite all of the barrier-type-things

Thrown up here and there and everywhere,

I am still unfathomably in love

With you.