loving her was like the first cup of coffee
on a saturday morning
sweet and divine
and nothing short of perfection

it was surrounded by endless birdsong
and delicate snowdrops
and frozen fingertips, clinging to one another
for warmth and protection

the closeness that can only be described
as something that is more extraordinary
than anything in the movies
or your dreams

a sense of belonging that you can't find
anywhere but her
her heart my home and her mind my
safety, away from the harm of the world

a soul so beautiful
my old romantic poetry books couldn't
even begin to compare
to this

she was perfect
                    she is perfect
I loved her
                    I love her