Some would call it infatuation
But that’s not it
Though I’m not sure how to categorize my predilection for you
When I see you a feeling of comfort washed over my soul
At the same time excitement ripples through my skin
Feelings as though I’m a shore and your energy is a wave of tranquility that crashes and cleanses
Is there a word for this?
Or has our language not evolved to an adequate level to encapsulate the transient amazement I’m left with by your mere existence?
Should I scour every dictionary and thesaurus of every language in hopes that one might reveal an answer to this riddle I now muse
All thanks to a muse
Or should I let it be
Let it be
With Revolutionary Love 