Our love goes on forever,
Yet, always shared,
Bloomed night skies,
Filled with brightness,
The lights can never match my smile,
As I feel you holding me tight,
I don't even know what I write!
My words fly off the page,
As my stomach fills with butterflies,
My oh my,
I'm never the one to resort to common sayings,
For what I feel,
I think it's too unique,
No fireworks, no sparks,
Yet, so so much,
Oh I just can't explain love,
I feel as if I'm saying too much,
And saying nothing at all,
Maybe that's what love is?
Full yet empty,
Delicate yet powerful,
Simple yet complex,
Small yet whole,
Yet it makes sense when you know.
Oh what a beautiful thing love is,
Intricately woven with invisible thread,
Visible to the eyes that weaved it.