Who you is?

 They spoke about love, and I wanted to mention your name.

 I wanted to talk about us, but it didn't seem enough. 

In my head, I worked out how much you meant to me, yet it didn't add up. 

This feeling soaks up my soul, it is a passion I cannot mention to the world.

 I want to grow, to walk through this with you. 

It feels odd, weird and tough. I like freedom more.

 Now, I am tied up in my emotions, my vulnerability is apparent. 

I wanted to ask that this moment be captured for the days I wouldn't remember you, but I am fomenting a light that makes it feel like you would be there till the end of time. 

They spoke about love and I wanted to hold you close, so when the world goes off, you'd be close, close enough to set my soul on fire, to quench my thirst.

 Close to say words no one has ever said to me. In a whisper, call my name and wrap me in your arms.

 In the end, if they talk about love, they shall talk about you and I. 

And we will smile and tell them it took a while to find.

 While we smile and reply, you will plant a kiss on my lips, but never bid me farewell. What then shall we say to those who never saw that day? Love hath come, but hath remain. 

From within us, this love hath healeth all pains, whispered my name and stayed.

 Why then shall we continue? Because love has a name. 

You are Love's name.

 Who you is? Inspired by Lola.