when words get strung together like music

how can love begin
for oneself without holding
sight of one’s true self

the hope to me is
in colours being placed where
they could not exist 

love is the only
redemption in the heavy
weight of existence

I have not known such
gentleness like you the way
the wind calms the storm

she makes me believe
in a world of rainbows and
a love like ours

the love I have for you is not just an emotion, it is an awe of your existence, it is the willingness of wanting to be part of a unit with you; to be united with you in every sense, to be bonded with you not only emotionally but also in spirit; that you are part of me and I, of you, and therefore it hurts to be without you, as part of myself, and without a part of me that is now part of you.

each moment filled with
love that does not come easy
preciously captured

my universe stilled
till you expanded her breadth
with your mere presence

love is just a word
for all the magic and awe
language can’t express

the gift that you are
surprises more the longer
I’m present with you