I get asked a lot

I get asked a lot whether or not
I love you
Maybe I do
in the way one loves wild things
And things from afar.
Like red-tailed hawks and grizzly bears.
The wildness, the naturalness, the
Creativeness, the gypsy, and all the rest.
I could tell them about things I see, but
don’t. There are things I want to keep
all for myself about you.
I guess the answer is yes, which
somehow implies wrongly that I am an
authority in the ways of you
so I get asked a lot whether or not you love me
I answer no, you’re not, and yes, I can see
how anyone would think so just watching me
Then I get asked a lot whether or not
I think you’ll be famous.
I say with conviction that you already are
Just not a traditional star.