I'll not be alone tonight.
You'll be in my conscious thinking dreams
as I lay awake and pondering what it could mean to love you.

It is no idle threat of mine,
this possible love carried to you
in a bucket brimming with possibilities
spilling over with ideas of what it could mean to love you

You will be wondering now who the hell is this man?
who does he think he knows
about what it could mean to love me?

It lies in a realm of choices made and unmade,
each decision a rent and tear in quantum fabric of bubbling space,
ricocheting down the corridors of time and doors
each opening to a differing idea of what it might mean to love you.

What I really want
is for you to think about . . .
what it may mean for you to love me.
I know I could love you - selfish man that I am.

So open that door into your heart and open that heart to me.
Change the nature of our reality
where love just is
as it is wont to be.