It didn’t happen like in a poem.
It wasn’t pretty
Or whimsical
Or like autumn leaves.

It didn’t happen like the chorus of your favorite song.
It didn’t make us dance
Or build up tears behind our eyes
Or fill us with constant laughter.

It wasn’t like what they made us expect.
It wasn’t sunlight
Or starlight
Or anything else exceptionally bright.

It just was. We just were.
Warm, safe, wonderful-
Even after the butterflies faded.
Long nights, after long days
Growing, together.
It wasn’t what we thought, but it was right.
It was love as it should be,
And it was divine.