You keep canvases in your ribcage.
I know you do, I’ve seen them.
They might be dusty and a little bit torn,
but you’ve still kept them all this time.
You’ve still kept them in hopes that someday
someone would come paint some beautiful
masterpiece with every last one of them.
You’ve kept them hoping that they would
one day burst with cherry reds and
sapphire blues so that you might hang
them in the empty spaces inside you.
But I’m here to tell you there are no empty spaces.
Believe me, I’ve looked everywhere.
There is nowhere to hang those future paintings
because the pine green bursts from your eyes
and the whole spectrum of living color
flows through your skin.
You fill the growing cracks inside of me
with carefully selected tones from your palette,
and you keep stars held in their place
with glowing moonlight from your fingers.
So I’ll remove each canvas from inside you
and plaster them with pieces of what you’ve given me,
only hoping they can turn out as beautiful as you.
I am no painter,
but I will try.
No work of art comes close to the expanse you
hold in just one finger,
but I will try.
My God I will try.
And you will keep these finished frames
as reminders that there is nothing
as beautiful as you.

i look into the glass
and see stains returned
amorphous, lacking definition
but a fire burns in the middle
passion and desire
consuming the image
and the mirror breaks

Never ceasing to shed light upon my dreary days, you're the sun to my sky, the flower to my garden
Endlessly loving and caring, feeling and seeing, you have the heart of an angel and the face of a goddess; divine duality
Vast degrees of beauty emanate from you, meet my eyes, and melt my heart
Early hours of my mornings are filled solely with thoughts of you such as this moment while I compose
Rarity, uniquity, you're one of a kind my rose. You hold a place in my heart that no other can hold simply because nobody else is vaguely comparable to you

A** lthough the earth is treacherous and destructive to your pristine beauty, I have great faith that you will remain purely innocent
Loneliness should never be felt by you for if you look to your side I will be there whether in spirit or in body
Olfactory senses tingle with delight as you draw near; your scent is one I have yet to forget
Never fear the night for I will stand guard with a lantern in hand: no demon shall trespass your glorious soul; even if the cost may be my life, I shall fight for you to my last breath and beyond
Every day I'm here with you, oh it is so so true look around, you're *never alone

I had a dream that you looked
Into my eyes.
And stroked my cheek with your fingertips.
Ever so gently.

And the world around us fell.

The steel door has closed
Stopping the flow of
Psychotically devoted emotions
From pouring out of my heart
And into the words that you read
My words are bland
Yet met my feelings have spice
Why can't I put word to feeling today?

Imprinted image of you, in all of your astonishing glory lays upon my heart

Life would ne'er hold such great meaning if you hadn't been a part of its journey
O'er the course of just over a year we've created an unbreakable bond
Very much so, you're the greatest addition to my life. I couldn't and wouldn't trade you for all the riches hidden within this earth
Emmanating such amazing warmth from your soul, I wish to forever bask in it like my own personal sun

You are the center of my universe, perhaps you truly are my sun beyond metaphor
Obscurity be gone! The clarity of the day leads my heart to yours, my hands to yours, and my smile to your eyes
Unconditionally my love for you, my goddess, remains swirling within my heart bringing about a myriad of emotions, all of which lead me to stand before you and say this much...

I love you