Everyone makes love out to be a perplexing, complicated, and almost unobtainable
thing. Maybe it is. I sometimes find myself thinking this to be so. Yet I also find it to be so simple. You don't have to do much for me to know i love you. The warmth of your hand in mine is fact enough. I hope  this feeling comes to you as simply as it does to me. No matter how many abstract poems are written about this love, this love I feel for you,  I know it's simple. It comes as easy as breathing.

One thing, one day won't be this simple. The most complicated of days will be the day I suffer the sight of you leaving.