Love of a Different Kind

I don't see it, I don't. I'm sorry. It says a lot, something is missing, not sure what. A shot in the dark, a missed target, reaching out for something that is not quite there, a finality that speaks of you, but I don't see the connection or a spiritual fit. However, I may be biased. I care, you know that, enough to let you go, to find your way. My love for you is of a different kind, on another level that doesn't need to be fully expressed as it is out there for no one to claim. It is just there, like fairy dust.
You feel it.