I don't know who wrote this or what its title is. but still.

[levity]

I want to be a lost poem in a stranger's coat pocket that conveys the importance of you.
To assure you of my desire, to assure you of my dreams.
I want all the possibilities of you in writing.
I want to give you your reflection, I want your eyes on me.
I want to travel in the light with you and stay there.
And I want everything before you to follow us like a trail behind me.
I want to never say goodbye to you, even on the street corner or the phone.
I want so much I'm breathless.
I want to put my power in a poem to burn a hole in your pocket so I can sew it up.
I want my words to scream through you.
I want the poem to not mean that much and for me to contradict myself by accident and for you to know what I mean.
I want you to be distance and for me to feel you close.
I want endless day when it's daytime and for nighttime to never end when it's night.
I want all the seasons in one day.
I want the sun to set before us and come up in front of us.
I want water up to our waist and I want to be drenched by the rain up to our ankles with holes in our shoes.
I want to think your thoughts because they're mine.
I want only what's urgent with you.
I want to get in the way of the barriers and for you to be tough when you're supposed to .
And I want you to be tender like you are already.
And I want us to have met for a reason and I want that reason to be important and I want it to be bigger then us.
I want it to take over us.
I want to forget... and I want to remember us.
I want your smiles, and I want your grimaces, too.
And if you may ever say that you love me, I want your scar on my lips.
I want your disappointments in my heart.
I want your strengths in my soul and I want your soul in my eyes.
I want to believe everything you say and I do.
And I want you to tell me what's best when I don't know.
When you're lost I want to find you.
When you're weary, I want to give you steeples, cathedral thoughts, and coliseum dreams.
I want to drag you from the darkness and kneel with you, exhausted, with blinding light shining on us.
And if I never get this chance to grow old with you, then I will understand that sometimes you don't get what you want.