A Response

My Sir writes me notes.
Notes that I always read.
False, notes that I usually read.
( I skipped 5 nights)
The notes aren't as long as the first
They aren't as short as the second.
They are what they are.
Notes, notes from my Sir.

He tells me that I'm his little needle.
The addiction that he has;
The drug that he needs.
He tells me his thoughts,
His worries, his dreams.
He asks me questions.
Questions I answer.
Questions I wonder and ponder.

He tells me the obvious
Of love stories and love songs
And how those thoughts,
Those feelings are actually real.
Not just a fancy.
A fantasy,
Made up in someone's mind.

I care for my Sir deeply,
I know that for a fact.
I draw his attention
Just as he draws mine.
I'm content with wherever,
But I rather be with him.

I care for my Sir deeply,
I know that for a fact.
I regard every word.
Every word that he says;
Whatever the subject,
Wherever it may be,
Regardless of the importance
I take heed ( does that make sense?)

It maybe a joke or statement or story
I hear him and I listen.

I care for my Sir deeply,
I know that for a fact.
He comforts me
Whenever the tears fall.
I share my thoughts,
My feelings
Deep inside.
Whatever memory.
Whatever dream.
Whatever nightmare.
He's there.
He is there for me.

I care for my Sir deeply,
I know that for a fact.
Smiles just appear,
No effort.
It's just that.
I can look into his eyes
Without turning away.
A stare and a smile
No words need to be said.

I care for my Sir deeply,
I know that for a fact.
He understands my concerns,
My concerns for the people
Who are around me.
My friends, my family,
My classmates, my acquaintances.
They tell me their worries,
Their problems, their nightmares.
I listen and I care
I worry.
Sir, if I could save the whole world, I would.

I care for my Sir deeply,
I know this for a fact.
I call and he answers.
And well, that's that.

I care for my Sir deeply,
I know this for a fact.
He's my adventure.
My excitement.
My rush, my adrenaline.
The day can never dull
When my Sir is around.

I care for my Sir deeply,
I know this for a fact.
He lets me flirt.
He lets me tease.
He responds just the same.
He lets me be me.
Whether I'm being a child
or acting like my own age.
I get to be me.

I care for my Sir deeply,
I know this for a fact.
We talk about things
When we start to rush.
He's patient and understanding.
He listens and he reads me.
We go when I go.
We stop when I stop.

I care for my Sir deeply,
I know this for a fact.
Whatever way we do it
It just feels right.
There's no right or wrong way to go about it
It's fine, however it may be.
Whether we're fully holding hands
or just attached by a pinky.

I care for my Sir deeply,
I know this for a fact.
"I love the way you hold me,
In your arms I'll always be.
You take each and every day,
Make it special in some way,
I love you more than the words
In my brain can express,
I can't imagine even loving you less."

It's plain to see for the people around me
I care for my Sir deeply
And my Sir cares deeply for me.
I know this for a fact.