What we love more than what we love

I have said it to them before
in the weaning of new feelings
there is sweetness in the middle
of its outside all.
So hear it from me through this
I love you
more than enough I have given them
lilies and chocolate, songs and kisses.
Yours is a perfect definition of brim
I’m filled into your emptiness in the eye
wishing your home is my sky.
While you were underneath your thirst
drowning with fire tied to your neck
know it is why I’m seated here
waiting to show you my love rice.

Ruddapoet