How to Love?

But you see

your love is loud.

It's yelled out concerns

and blunt expressions,

where mine is random notes

and covert gestures.

I like to jump into puddles

full of emotion,

while you drown my paper boat

in the vastness of your ocean.

You stumble in your haste

to be the first,

when I appreciate

the leisurely well-versed.

I am floored just by a few seconds of gazing,

yet you never shy away from hours of embracing.

You use your hands to profess,

as I string together words to confess.

I am startled by your loud footsteps

and rattling doors,

but you demand gestures

grand enough to adore.

We circle each other's orbits, oblivious.

Because love is different for both of us.

~Khyati