Love. Tricky concept.
Descriptions, Explanations, Encyclopedias and Definitions.Picture this. You, me. Sitting beneath blossoming cherry trees; holding hands and hearts, spying the sky.No, better yet. Dreaming a beautiful dream, happiness, love, a home, a whole heart. Waking up, looking around and realizing your right next to me, holding me, my dream is my waking life.
Can I paint you a picture? Wait my mind is going berserk, colors are splattered, my heart cant reach further than your fingertips, abstract only makes sense with a paintbrush.Poems; gushy words, perfection and destruction. Crumpled up papers and a dull pencil, my heart keeps trying to breathe life into 2D scratches.You deserve more, this feeling means more.
So I make a promise. This I swear to you, in your life you will meet very few. Who offer you their love, whole heart and soul; and will truly, purely, love you. I, my love, am one. Always will be, always have been. This I swear to you.
Every moment my head recognizes my heart, it will see you. In my waking life and my dreams. In the final 10 minutes when my heart stops beating and my brain keeps ticking, my mind will still remember how the heart feels. Love is so strong.
Stronger than empires, religions, economies, the earth, stronger than me.
That’s how I feel. You encompass me, when you’re here love surrounds me.
When your at your worst, all I want to do is make you smile. Cause that’s all I want to do. I see your darker colors in contrast with your bright ones, and beautiful, you always take my breath away.I may not be consistent with perfect words, but that makes two. Just know, when shouts turn to whispers and I bow my head with shame, I’m waiting for you to lift my chin.. Or for a cue to lift yours.I’m dreaming about your lips, your hands and fingertips; wishing I could erase what just happened so we can move on and start a new embrace. Love.
Pulled through the mud and slung into the stars, love keeps me going. People are supposed to run out of fuel going back up and down, but I made it this far. This love lasts.
Am I a fool? A sucker for sticking around? A dunce for loving you? Depends. If you ever wanted better, if you ever find better, better you will have.Your more than I ever expected to love, incredibly grateful for every second I can call you mine. But if you could have perfection, more than your dream of me, than honey, as much as I wont tell you it bleeds my heart out, I’ll set you free.
Just don’t forget my promise.
Ill never be so far away, miles or memories, that my heart will skip a beat for you.Do not forget, I love you.