Stills,
taken through a looking glass,
show that we're in love.
But not even photography and film,
not a single art form in the world,
can capture the blue of your eyes, or
that booming laugh,
or the bleeding of my heart.

Joy and sorrow,
******, fighting to meet air,
fighting to leave permanent scars everywhere
that read over and over again,
"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you..."

These words will never be enough
for a universe that's always expanding,
threatening to break through skin and make you mine.