Apr 2018
I love the soul in you.
The crinkle-eyed laughter that glistens in the beating sunlight as you glance at me.
You sweet existence, I love your smile.
Smeared in innocence with a tinge of playful guilt
I become nothing more than human in moments like these.
There is no time—no past, no future, no expectations, and no responsibilities—
Just you and I, stuck in a time loop, replaying these moments over and over and over until
The clip is reduced to a 2 second repeat of that laugh.
The waves of your chocolate brown hair messily swept over your eyes and into your Ray Bans
You laugh at everything and nothing
You laugh at me and I laugh right back
You laugh at life and all of its misery.
My palms, my fingertips, my lips
They all have happily grazed your skin
I love the soul in you, but this body is marvelous
You taste like serotonin and a summer breeze
You smell like pine bark after a rain
And your eyes have the nature of the moon
A comfort in the night
Your voice transports me to worlds away
Where none of this exists
Where nothing exists
Just you and I
And an afterlife
Your breathing chest rising and falling as you sleep
The most beautiful song that only the most accredited composer could master
It would take a thousand worlds to recreate how alive your soul makes mine feel
It would take a thousand suns to recreate the light in that laughter
You are truly a beautiful creation
And I know it’s cliche
But you truly don’t know how much I love you
Because if you did
You would love yourself at least half as much
And half as much would be enough to keep you here without question
Question of whether you belong
Question of whether you are remembered
Question of whether you are loved.
You are the most transcendent art form I have ever seen
Glorious and powerful
Like the glorious and powerful hands of the one who shaped you
You were a seamless jar of clay
But now
The sun shines through your cracks
And you are gleaming, now
And I pray over the moment we realize we’ve survived this transient life
And I pray over the moment we approach the gates
And I pray over the moment we look up at the branches we’ve grown in disbelief
And I pray over the moment we realize our work is done.
I pray over this moment, your back to my chest and my hand to your beating heart,
I pray that the good Lord has mercy on our love
I pray that I can be everything that you have ever wanted
Because you, you precious, beautiful spirit, deserve nothing less
The crinkle-eyed laughter that glistens in the beating sunlight as you glance at me.
You sweet existence, I love your smile.
Smeared in innocence with a tinge of playful guilt
I become nothing more than human in moments like these.
There is no time—no past, no future, no expectations, and no responsibilities—
Just you and I, stuck in a time loop, replaying these moments over and over and over until
The clip is reduced to a 2 second repeat of that laugh.
The waves of your chocolate brown hair messily swept over your eyes and into your Ray Bans
You laugh at everything and nothing
You laugh at me and I laugh right back
You laugh at life and all of its misery.
My palms, my fingertips, my lips
They all have happily grazed your skin
I love the soul in you, but this body is marvelous
You taste like serotonin and a summer breeze
You smell like pine bark after a rain
And your eyes have the nature of the moon
A comfort in the night
Your voice transports me to worlds away
Where none of this exists
Where nothing exists
Just you and I
And an afterlife
Your breathing chest rising and falling as you sleep
The most beautiful song that only the most accredited composer could master
It would take a thousand worlds to recreate how alive your soul makes mine feel
It would take a thousand suns to recreate the light in that laughter
You are truly a beautiful creation
And I know it’s cliche
But you truly don’t know how much I love you
Because if you did
You would love yourself at least half as much
And half as much would be enough to keep you here without question
Question of whether you belong
Question of whether you are remembered
Question of whether you are loved.
You are the most transcendent art form I have ever seen
Glorious and powerful
Like the glorious and powerful hands of the one who shaped you
You were a seamless jar of clay
But now
The sun shines through your cracks
And you are gleaming, now
And I pray over the moment we realize we’ve survived this transient life
And I pray over the moment we approach the gates
And I pray over the moment we look up at the branches we’ve grown in disbelief
And I pray over the moment we realize our work is done.
I pray over this moment, your back to my chest and my hand to your beating heart,
I pray that the good Lord has mercy on our love
I pray that I can be everything that you have ever wanted
Because you, you precious, beautiful spirit, deserve nothing less
