Seemingly small and insignificant,
It sits atop my finger, like a bird perched on a branch.
A symbol of great power,
Yet shrunken and frail as paper.
Its hidden beauty rivals those of
Aphrodite.
My love for it swells
Like a well after a heavy rain.
Oh, this paper crown,
Its simple beauty
Is a gold as pure as any other.
Its paleness is greater than snow,
Its weight light, but heavier than
the empire it represents.
This paper crown, worthy of a Queen.

You’ve spent your life afraid
that you would never be enough,
or that you would be too much,
but Darling, my love,
you are just right for me.
Balance, perfection, completion,
connection.
We were made to fit into each others missing pieces.

We have the taste
         of each other
        embedded in
               our souls
      and maybe we
  aren't perfect but
       we share
something  that  is.
                                                                ­                                Jon York   2019

She touched me
and it felt

        as if

the stars were
dancing across


              my skin.
                                                           ­                                    Jon York   2019