Mature yet childlike

My love can accommodate his world
I am capable to carry it for him
It is a kind of love I have never felt
the love that I feel for him
is mature yet childlike
I am overjoyed when my eyes are able to hold his presence
and while he is always there in me
it is catharsis I experience
not because his lips can finally meet mine
not because his hands can slide against my body
but for the mere fact that he is there
and my eyes can hold him
even if for a brief moment.