Platonic State of Mind

Eros and I were not meant for each other.
I'm not yours, you are not mine.
Philia is all I'm capable of feeling.
For I'm in a platonic state of mind.

But I love you. I really do.
Just in a different way.
Sometimes your body feels intense.
And I can't help but push myself away.

But I want to go places with you...
We could run along the shores of beaches, seashells in our hands,
Bask in the glow of the golden hour...
Build sandcastles, covering all the land.

Nothing would compare to that,
Glorious sunsets and stolen glances,
We could write stories about us.
One of the greatest (platonic) romances.

What more could anyone want?
When the warmth of your smile is even greater than that of the sun.
The illuminance you bring to this dimension...
Oh, sometimes I feel you could be the one.

I could live with you forever, you know.
Just without intimate touch.
I know you'll feel different about this,
But I hope I'm not asking for too much.

Because there's so much else I have to offer,
So is there a chance you might stay?
I said this before. I'll say it again.
I do love you, just in a different way.