Selfish

I am selfish because I know no other way to be in love. To want every glance of your eye, To climb the mountain of your stare and sit without reason. At times I can be egotistical, I can be rash. All without knowing. I am selfish because I know no other word to describe this feeling I get when I am with you. This sense that nothing matters, this empowerment I get just standing beside you. The excessive butterflies that flutter about with nowhere to go. Arising from the heights ascended from a glance of your eyes. The repetitive throb of an excited heart. I have this overwhelming need to protect you, The fragile stare passed from eye to eye. I've prayed to God only to have awaken to your smile. High rose cheeks that I could fall in, Sitting in the mountain of your stare, Figuring if I'm really this selfish, Or if in fact. I have no idea what love is