Wood counters separating us. Not only that,
Years of distance.

You talk, I listen. Or maybe I don't,
easily lost in the smooth curve of your neck, the sharp bridge of your nose and between the long strands of dark brown hair that reveal those beautiful expressions of yours.

Shivers, your laugh echoes throughout the room and into my heart.

And I realize, that's something I could live off of for an eternity,
the desire to make you happy.

For you I will pick these flowers
and place their petals on our bed.
Singing birds guide the wind to my skirt
and you pull me close by the waist.
I have these flowers, these birds,
locked up in my heart for you:
a gift.
I will give you my tender heart,
and legs intertwined at night.
I will sing loudly and tone-deaf to you in the car
and run my nails across your scalp.
I have all this, just this, to give to you.

And is it enough? Can my love
be your guiding light, your gift beneath the tree.
Will you let me hold you, gentle,
and set carnations at your bedside
your ear filled with apologies?
Or if what I can give is not enough,
can I give you, instead, just this:
my forever.
Can I give you eternity,
and a thousand glittering sunsets.
All so you will know this to be true,
that my love, as imperfect as it is,
is what I want for you.