ni

For it is quite a hard thing to do. You'd have to not only love my name but also the weight it carries when said. Admire not my eyes but the ocean it carries. You'd own my days of delight along with my despair-ridden nights. I'll want to embrace you instilled with the greed for you to cradle me back when my skies break through. I would anticipate that you'd hold my hand, plan us an escape, and kiss all the scars my arms are adorned with.

I'd ask you to take me out, yet stand frozen in the middle of nowhere, if the sunset is pretty. I'll be silly amazed to see the stars and amused looking at the moon. Little things would thieve you of my attention like a little bee and the colours of the flower it's on, like the light that captures your eyes, rainbows and rains. I wouldn't pay heed to you but I'll be filled in your thoughts.

I know love and love is hard. I love you and therefore I shall not ask you to do such a thing. 

They'll all convince you; I shall too;