you say that
you aren't
perfect or
maybe even
not enough
for me.

but i will
tell you
this:
you are
the reason
why i can
find hope
in every
single day
i wake up to.

you are
my Heather.

big waves in the sea
they keep on inviting me
i shall take this risk.

you cast a spell on me
and to my delight,
i felt the same
tingling sensation
in my spine.
let me tell you this,
lovely enchantress —
you need not cast
a spell on me
for right from the start,
you already
enchanted me.

your love will not wither
for your soul
emanates warmth
and a little bit of drizzle.
memoirs never cease
to tickle every bit of me —
for you are the goddess
i adore and worship;
and i would never dare
disobey.

i’ve always been flawed
and when your perfect eyes
scan my bruised body,
all you’re ever going to see
is a crooked man that’s me.

i doubt. i commit.
i doubt. i commit.

i still doubt
for i am a crook.

as you purse your cherry lips,
i steal a glance
and witness the beauty
that you are.
i’m half-awake
and you’re half-asleep;
we could meet halfway—
as long as we know
where we are headed.

they call you sunshine —
your smile fascinates the clouds,
your eyes bemuse the skies,
your soul radiates joy.

they call you sol —
some are afraid of your scathing warmth
but you’re still a timeless beauty
every single time you fall.