Love…
…forms a sort of single-mindedness within its bearer. All though the day’s waking hours and dreams in the night, one’s beloved becomes the single most thought about, most wished and most dearly held contemplation.

Canadian poet, novelist and environmental activist Margaret Atwood
I would
like to be
the air
that inhabits
you for a
moment
only.
I would
like to be
that unnoticed
and that
necessary.