the glorious, wonderful
reminder of love
the proof of what's already there,
and what's yet to come

your lips on mine,
your hands on my waist
these things that can't be captured,
they can't be put in a case

a murmur of words,
a meaningful midnight smile
telling me it's worth it to stay,
refusing to let me be tossed onto the pile

with all the who's-its and what's-its
the unknowns and worthless
you give me the reason to be here,
your love gives me my purpose

we're not on display,
this experience is just for us
you deliver those sweet butterfly kisses,
and preserve the grandiose of luck