Then you gave me hot stars, with your beautiful eyes;
you made a symphony, warm body harmony, an explosion of
fires, stars, flames.
You hold my hand, read my mind, and squeeze my heart.
You gave me stars.
The most beautiful gift that most can’t give.
Beautiful enough to make my soul stutter,
my mind grow wings and flutter,
to make my eyes grow wide in wonder.

You think so heavily, like water, with expressions of poetry;
this makes you so strange that
you make perfect sense to me.
You’re so different— I dived into another world
when you made love to me…
You gave me stars, and a love grenade,
we made music, a concerto of painful and delicious,
you inside of me.
While you look back at me and read my mind,
you take my breath;
you rocked everything I thought. I never know what to expect.
All you had to do was kiss me like a prince,
and you lit me up
like fireworks in the dark. You gave me a galaxy,
a stringed symphony of stars.

You once prayed for God to guide our conversation;
little did I know that He provides our relation-
ship. It makes it easier to slip,
knowing that your arms are wide open,
welcoming my fall.
This is second nature, so beautiful,
so simple that it makes me cry.
I see love in how your eyes hide in mine;
I see hope in the comfort you provide.
You are blue fire, the hottest possible flame,
strong enough to make my deepest iron
malleable, red hot mantle.
You’ve grown so close;
you are so much of me.
You have paths of me that I’ve never traversed
wide open.
The perfect harmony scale to my melody,
your song is what I want “we” to be-
come. Just one. Unison, the sum,
of blessed differences, chance circumstances,
bravery, and
that feeling…
That feeling when your lips caress mine,
our hearts’ percussion lines combine,
when our hands, legs, and our minds intertwine.
You didn’t even have to offer your body
for a piece of you to be mine.
Time could never weather the hold you have on me,
nor could the world buffer the chords you strike in me,
creating euphonic accord my heart has never heard,
a melody of desire, of unity, of peace.

Look how far we’ve come.
I thank God for the injustices, the smarting wounds,
Infirmities of the soul;
the pains of the past magnify the high
that your love, that your life supplies.
You love the stitching, the commonly-overlooked,
the embroidery, all the parts of me that
have gathered dust.
You find beauty in my tatters and rags,
In the me admirers shy from.

Look how far we’ve come, already.
You light me, you give me rhythm,
passion and dynamism.
You’re a song I never thought I’d dance to;
a color I’ve never painted with,
an octave I never thought I’d reach.
I want you to know that I understand, that I admire your mind. I appreciate your heart.
You are who I’ll fight for, believe in, and
to whom I’d give my last.
I’ve found a friend in you, a striking reflection of
God’s patience, passion, of His love.
Your eyes are full of thought and light;
your smiles are full of love and life.

I see your strife and sacrifice,
yet you stay strong enough. You manage to
save some strength for me.
Life erodes us, corrodes gentleness,
ices hearts;
after everything you’ve seen,
I never tell you when to hold me,
when to listen, to love me.
I’m growing in fertile soil now, upward and
under watchful eyes, genuine devotion.
We’re gonna make it—
I see how far we’ve come;
I see how far we’ll go.