I love you as a child, for though I have grown as large as the world, I remain a pup nestled in the crook of your arm.
I love you as the man you saw when you set your hands to clay and baked me in the kiln of your vision.
I love you for the future I could see in your skin, the shadows of your eyes, the shape of your lips, the warmth of your body.
I love you for the memories you hold, the folds and curves of your brain that make facts from the rumors of my existence.
I love you for the way you love another, and so doing, glow with a guiding green light for the lost souls of the Earth.
I love you because I can imagine the kisses I would lay upon your cheek, and though I would never dare, I can see so clearly the home they would find there.
I love you.