As inevitable

and imperceptible
as the rising tide
in an atoll lagoon,
as imperious
as a mudslide,
my inclination
for you in particular.

It can be granted, denied,
discouraged or condemned.
There's nothing anyone can do
to make it better,
or worse.

It is there.
Inexorable,
it's me.

It simply,
IS.

It does guide my steps
to be there
as long as I be.

It is me.