You don’t have to be anything to me Except yourself Nor prove your worth to me Except through your own presence You don’t have to rattle, ramble, or rush Through a thousand thoughts Deep and provoking, keen and penetrating, Yet cold and sterile I desire your company You, the whole of you, just being you Not constrained and suffocated, Upholding a scholarly façade to shield your soul I see through to the heart that I love for its goodness You don’t need to prove yourself to me For I know you enough to love you And that is all that … Continue reading The Proof of Love