Blinding

I love privately. Pronoun, verb, adverb.

I don't love quietly, I don't love sheepishly.

I keep my love seperate from the rest of my reputation.

It's just professional.

I am repetitive without boring. Pronoun, verb, adjective, adverb, verb.

Like morning coffee, there's a daily dose of affection.

Predictable enough for security, but pleasantly routine.

It doesn't get old. It's made new each day, like bread.

My love is dramatic and loud. Adjective, noun, adjectives.

I declare my intentions and see them through.

I am explicit and clear, assertive and insistent.

My love is dominant within its bounds.

There is a curtain between my love and my life.

Everyone knows what's on the otherside of the divider,

but the details are diffused.

As they should, there are somethings that are best as secrets.

My love thrives in privacy away from flashing lights and peering eyes.

A greenhouse, an incubator, a simple space for growth.

It glows and radiates from me.

I project my satisfaction and contentment into my life.

It doesn't go unnoticed, but most people

know better than to point it out.

After all, jokes and magic tricks are best left unexplained.

Better to be blinded by mystery than underwhelmed by the details