you are beautiful

so perfectly human
you walk amongst mere mortals
like an angel
surrounded by light
and clothed in white feathers
and gold

you smile
and everything is alive

even your name
makes me think
what is love?
and how it moves me
like a puppet

and how can it be true
that you own me completely
and you don’t even know

love is a miracle

like the sun
or a flower
or a rainbow
or the sound of beautiful music

like the magic of life
it exists
and science can “explain” it
yet it’s still beyond true comprehension

a mystery
an enigma

a question that only your soul can answer

secrets

what is more exciting?

the possibility of shattering our love,
or the magic of watching it shatter and disappear
only to reform as if by magic
in some new way

i can’t cry

it’s a sad fact
that your love
tore out that part
of my soul
where the ability
to relieve
the pressure
by letting go
was replaced
with a kind of insanity
that makes me
run full speed
into a brick wall
to prove
to you
that our love
will always be real