To Love
To be loved by you is to be hugged by the northern lights and kissed by the sea.
If I had a million extra lives I'd look for
you in each and every one of them,I'd wait at bus stops and write letters that I'd
never send.
For you are as beautiful as the mist resting over the lake in the early mornings.
And when you go away I still see you, so you still live in the silences between my thoughts and the little spaces in my heart that only love for you. You are the knife that I turn inside myself like a crank on an old wooden clock. This is love. This, my dear, is love. I think you're really pretty, like the golden Meadows filled with colorful flowers of pinks and yellows; and the galactic skies filled with stars and colors. Youre prettier than when the skies are painted with beautiful pinks and oranges as the sun says goodbye and the moon says hello. For if you were the sun I'd be Icarus and fly too high just too see your beautiful face and golden features. Because to fall is to once have soared. Loving you is not a choice, it's a beautiful kind of madnes I never want to heal from.
A.R
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