Loving you is more than a penny in a pocket
It is nights intertwined like vines
And the most precious of flowers bloomed
From such a costly love

Loving you is patience prolonged
Past the point of poignancy
And arriving where the sun finally begins to rise
In our storm-tinted horizons

Loving you is thoughts jumbled together
I cannot think thoroughly
This throbbing pain triggers
The most love-obsessed migraine

Loving you is sacrificing
All the things in the world you deemed yours
And becoming familiar with the word ours
Our love
Is worth it

It’s a strange thing to know something about your soul that you cant explain to yourself
Its strange to also know to not explain it to anyone else
Even without knowing the word conventional
I still knew that this was not sit right for people
Besides
How can eplain myself when I don’t understand it in the first place?

In the frozen earth,      a seed is buried.
Memory rests, waiting      for the warmth of spring.