Dilemma

I awake before the rise of the sun, I stand barefoot on cold tiled floor
warm coffee mug cuffed in hand,
heavy on the cream .
I am awake, alive now
I can feel it.
Your words drew me here you know,
stirring slumbering heart
then soul
now mind out of sleep.
Luring me to pursue spaces of silences to ponder realitys formed in our mingling
And you use words like pens and paintbrushes to paint anew ,
a clearer vision of what I thought I knew, of what I had found in you .
You ensure while assuring me that this much is true,
you instruct my mind ,so that it may to teach my heart to believe,
you teach my lips, my hands, all faculties to recieve.
And this is not fallicious,
deductive reasoning lends logical assurance to what was known as true
no ,no the end is truly you.