Falling in love
is like
trying to match
snowflakes;
no two are ever the same.
No two people carry
the same heart,
the same story.
Hands are held tighter
or looser,
kisses get bigger
or smaller,
goodbyes get longer
or shorter.
Lips take different
shapes, form unfamiliar
words, new
skin against skin,
another eager
body to explore.
You are beautifully
unique like the
first snowfall,
like a grain
of sand,
like the scar on
the back of your hand.