and as we all shift,
and let go
and then slowly become,
darling,
always believe that
the world peculiarly
somehow still needs
your
vulnerability

-a.

every cliche
about romance
winningly
came true
and in all of its brilliant,
diacritic forms,
my heart very much dearly
wants to share your heart’s smile

-a.

and being with you,
right here,
somehow made
every of all of these cliches
about romance breathe
a gentle sort of
intensity and hopefulness
that we’d do it all so beautifully together

-a.

and then soulfully,
I love you
has your very face
charmingly
pinned onto
my heart

-a.

even the
tiniest pieces
of you
makes
my
heart full

-a.

there was love
and
there will be more
these clouds
of almosts
will finally someday
be made lucidly certain
brimmed
with all of its
heartful intentions

-a.

you hand-sealed
my heart
simply
with such clarity  
making me relentlessly
write all of these
sunrises
out of you

-a.

your
very
simple
existence
leaves me hopelessly
enthralled
and I’d like to infinitely
have
many more
of tomorrows with you

-a.

darling,
know that,
even after the dark,
I’ll always come sit and nestle in
with all of the colors of you
after all,
this little heart space
of mine
has solely hand-sealed itself
infinitely
on having only you

-a.

hope
held me
through readily
with more colors
than I ever knew existed
and so I followed and followed
and pinned my utmost faith
across this delicate soul
until love somehow,
came by again
looking at its absolute best and
a whole **** lot like you

-a.