ᴴᵉ ᵗᵒʳᵉ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵃˡˡ ᵐʸ ʷᵃˡˡˢ
ᴬⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ˢᵃᵛᵉᵈ ᵐʸ ᵇʳⁱᶜᵏˢ
ᵀᵒ ᵇᵘⁱˡᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵒʷⁿ

You are tender love.
The letters that were
lost at sea. The poetry
the moon left for me.
You are those flowers
growing from the cracks
of cement. Those cotton
candy clouds. And those
melodies that play loud.
You are the exclamation
mark to my sentences.
And the chalk that draws
art on my chest and
bones. You are the
sunshine that
brightens my
life. The one
who made
me become
his one
and only
wife* ~