How do I tell him

His heart is a fortress of dicsipline

I feel how sharp and straight and strong are the edges

He never rests

He never allows for himself an extra day

Or a debt unpaid

A dollar misspent

A minute out of place

Every pleasure has been paid for with suffering

Everything can only be right or wrong, no risk can be undecided

He has an idea of how a human should be

How a human can be

He does not care to see the reflection of how we are

He lives isolated from others who do not understand

In a castle of strange and wonderful philosophies never exposed

I speak a different language

Of different words and different rules

Different sounds

When we dance there is distance between us I cannot cross

Sometimes he comes closer to me only to float away

Now our hands meet and our faces meet

But we never touch for long

According to the rules of dance

And eventually this song will end

How do I tell him that I love him

That I believe in the things he believes

The things that are not yet real or provable

Yet I believe