You make the ordinary extraordinary.

Love is giving someone your heart, in all its fractured pieces, and trusting them not to shatter it further.

I have never been so content at the prospect of drowning
Until I realised I was doing so in you.

Now don't get me wrong
I cant draw and when it comes
To putting a paintbrush to paper
I can form nothing of great worth
But one form of art I will always excel in
Produce masterpieces in, outshine every one else in,
Is the art of loving you.

The way my name sounds
Sliding across your tongue
And
Departing from your lips
The way it feels as you draw it out
Of your hot breath and into the cold air and place it gently in the cove of my neck

Knocks me off my feet
Every single time

Poetry is creating words that flow through fingertips and onto the paper as rivers do into the ocean.

If you were a book
I would run out of ink underlining all of my favourite things about you.