You reach for the sky,

draw clouds in empty spaces

and incite the fire I thought

I'd lost, and I think I love you,

at least it feels like love,

yet, I've never felt this, so

how should I know?

I suggest we call it something

else, something only we

have, only we feel, I think

of you— my heart thinks of

you with every beating,

I think of you, care for you,

am so utterly loyal to you,

I give you half of my heart,

the other is mine and mine

only. 

A special thanks to @fiercecub01 who continues to motivate me to write :)