A View of Love (original poem)

Love is like if a soothing rainstorm
was a person and I am like the desert,
desperate for a single drop of moisture.
I have been surviving solely on day-
dreams and fantasies, telling myself
what I so wretchedly wish to hear –
such as, The poets of old would
adore you, with your tender
disposition and sensitivity to
beautiful things – but fabricated
nutrients do nothing to nourish the soul.
I want something soft and safe but with
hard edges, I want you to demand a
space to be made for you in my life.
Inconvenience me – I would never
shirk that responsibility. Come, let me
show you the love I have been saving.
All I want is something real.