YOU are
photons in the dark,
beauty in a sea of ugly,
a rose growing from concrete,
rain in a drought,
sunshine in the winter,
love in the midst of hate,
pleasure erasing pain.
YOU are,
more than I ever fantasized about,
better than my dreams,
my one,
bursting at the seams.
YOU are,
the music to my every lyric,
I’ll shout it from the mountain top,
I want the whole world to hear it.
–S.
Even if we lived in the ghetto, it would be all good. You’re my suit of armor, I’d survive in the hood.
Even if flowers were nonexistent in our yard, you’re my dozen roses and a greeting card.
Even if our car sat on two flats, you’re my range rover – leather, and all black.
Even if we used candles most of the time to supply our light, you’re my chandelier keeping the ceiling bright.
Even if our paychecks went to zero right after bills, you’re my two story house, paid off, somewhere in the hills.
Even if police sirens could be heard every night, you’re my comfortable silence every day including tonight.
Even if our walls were bare with no color, you’re my original Michelangelo with hues brighter than the summer.
Even if our cupboards were bare, you’re my stocked pantry – ain’t no room in there.
Even if vacations were never a possibility, you’re my white sandy beach providing serenity.
Thank you for everything that you do, because even if I had nothing, I’d still have everything, and that’s you.
–S.
Some say that love is a place.
Others say, a person.
Few say, a thing.
Although I believe that love can take on many different forms in this life, one thing I know to be so true that it is simply undeniable:
Love is kissing your lover’s goosebumped skin on a winter morning, and being warmed from the inside out.
This will be true even if the whole world falls apart.
–S.
Shooting.
Soaring.
Roaring.
That’s how love goes.
–S
The Messy Middle 🖤 