You are my love poem,
Written not in word yet emotion,
Told not in voice but the eyes,
And the brightest hues of emotion,
Exploding my monochrome world,
Into a rainbow wonderland.
With one touch you entered my soul,
As if your own body were its key,
Not a thing of metal nor gold,
Yet a sensation of love that came,
Through fingertips and eyes,
Through your steady breaths,
Through your sweet words,
And the resolution of my survival self,
To never let anyone sit at my core,
Surrendered in that fleeting moment,
Realising that it now forever was in love,
Silencing the whisperings of doubt,
Finding the ways forwards in any storm,
Finding the resolution to protect come what may,
Finding a new inner strength had ignited,
Relived to discover my own pure self,
That in real love there is no temptation to change,
Because it is our real selves that bonded,
It is our real selves that each other loves.
I listen to you talk,
Soaking in your excitement,
Revealing in the light of your eyes,
Bathed in the warmth of your voice,
I see how you are often still,
I see how you move,
I notice how you listen to me,
How you think so deeply,
Of the right response to say,
Willing to walk my thought paths,
To take part in joint problem solving,
There is a vast difference between strength and ego,
You are strong,
You believe in yourself,
You respect the honest heart,
And have the wisdom to see reality,
That some are players seeking only play,
Rather than mutual benefit,
And in all that,
From your ways to your words,
There is so much to love,
Yet when we add the chemistry,
The passion to touch,
The primal need for intimacy,
There is that feeling of being in love,
That it has arrived without fanfare,
As a humble traveller,
Not there a moment earlier,
Yet forevermore existing after.
We are so different,
You and I,
Yet together are balance,
As yin and yang,
Both beauty,
Both strength,
A perfect match,
A perfect bond.
In your arms my storms quell,
In your arms I have peace,
In your arms I am home.