YOU SAY THAT I NEVER SHOW MY LOVE FOR YOU

You say that I never show my love for you,
but you've never seen me watching the stars and staring at them and thinking of you.
And you've never seen me holding you close in the corner of my mind,
not for a moment, not for an instant, not for a minute,
but a multitude of hours with my cheek against yours
and my warmth, your warmth, and our warmth, like an egg inside a womb,
and an incubation that rivalled that of the dinosaurs.

And you say that I have not had you in my thoughts often enough,
and that I was never considerate enough,
but that's only because you've never seen the miles that I've sprinted,
the sidewalks I've ran across, and the buses I've caught,
just to make it to you not-late in a mad blaze of obsession
because I wouldn't want you to like me less by even an iota.

And you only say that I'm not holding you important
because I was ten minutes late,-
but what you don't seem to realize,
is that just because I don't have room for you
in my life doesn't mean that I don't love you;
It means that I love you so much
that I try to reach beyond my means and my life
and even beyond what I can obtain,
just to hold you in it.
Copyright ©2005 Ashi Shadow 11/29/05 on Katie (a fictitious Katie)her) "One of the Greatest Love Poems Ever Written" Okay, so maybe it's not one of the Greatest Love Poems ever written, but I do think it is very good and it is mine. I wrote it in about 2 weeks and haven't made that much modification since then (though the modifications I've made have made a difference). Note: but it may be the real Katie, I was often late to her. Below is an earlier version followed by commentary that applies to both that and this one.
You say that I never show my love for you,
but you've never seen me watching the stars and staring at them and thinking of you.
And you've never seen me holding you close in the corner of my mind,
not for a moment, not for an instant, not for a minute,
but a multitude of hours with my cheek against yours
and my warmth and your warmth and our warmth, like an egg inside a womb,
and an incubation that rivalled that of the dinosaurs.

And you say that I have not had you in my thoughts often enough,
that I was never considerate enough...
but that's only because you've never seen the miles that I've sprinted,
the sidewalks that I've crossed, and the buses I've caught,
just to make it to you not-late in a mad blaze of obsession
because I wouldn't want you to like me less by an iota.

And you only say that I'm not holding you important
because I was ten minutes late,
but what you don't seem to realize
is that though I have no room for you in my life,
that's not what shows I don't love you... [it's not because I don't love you]...
it's that I love you so much that
that I go beyond my means [that I reach beyond my means]
to what I can't obtain [ delete line ? ]
just to hold you in it.
Marc (The Lin): ^_^ I see. Interesting.

This one's interesting, as the topic seems somewhat more controversial: I'm unsure if I really agree with it. ^_^ But as a poem, it's well written as usual for you.  

A quesiton, though... why did you break up the initial portion the way you did?
Me: *looks*
Me: you mean each line?
Marc: I do think the second option is better than the first
Me: I agree
Me: that was a revision on the spot just now
Marc: And yes
Me: so you mean each line in the first stanza? well let me look closer, but my initial answer is that it's intended as... not a.. well, I guess it's a monologue, with each line as one thing said before a pause
Marc: Ah.
Me: or each line is one point or something like that
Me: in the first stanza
Me: the 2nd stanza is more like no real pauses though breaks of a different kind
Me: and the 3rd is closer to my typical style/tone
Marc: Ah
Me: I know that's vague, but that's the level of answer I think you want, right?
Marc: Yes. ^_^ I did think that about the third stanza, and the first did seem the most... well, 'odd', so I suppose that's the intended effect hten
Me: well, I guess it's not obvious if you're just reading a bunch of my poems, but does it make more sense after knowing the first stanza is like a monologue?
Marc: Yes. ^_^
Me: the whole thing is a monologue really, but the first part is talking to her (with points) second part is talking to her (without points, but one epic feeling expression), and the 3rd is sort of...not pining... not complaining.. not woe.. hmm... something like that though.