Loving you is like touching the sun—
It’s rage, it’s fire, it’s sadness, it’s fun.
I love you whole, with nothing to trim—
It’s heaven, it’s mercy, my favorite sin.
Touching your skin is my addiction—
It’s glory, it’s sweet, it’s lovers’ friction.
Looking into your eyes is extraordinary—
It’s the Big Bang, expansion, my sanctuary.

Loving you is redemption…

It’s me, more than being me.
It’s rhyming more than verses can be.
It’s traveling without ever touching the sea.
Loving you is what love is supposed to be.