To truly love someone is so much more than uttering three simple words. It’s playing their favorite games, even when you’re unsure about them, just to savor the joy of being together. It’s gathering what they need before they even ask, sparing them from worry. Love is holding each other close, standing firm through their darkest battles. To truly love someone is to see their flaws clearly, not ignoring their imperfections but embracing them anyway. It’s found in the smallest gestures, like memorizing their favorite order, and in the grandest, like pouring hours into creating something meaningful just for them. True love doesn’t only exist when rainbows fill the sky, it’s present in the storms, standing steadfast before the calm. It’s not just whispered in moments of ease but declared through actions when fears and struggles become real. It’s the coffee you brew early in the morning to make their day brighter. It’s the warmth of a reassuring smile when all hope feels lost. It’s in the quiet glance, the recognition of a defeated sigh, and the countless reasons to stay when every instinct urges you to leave. Love notices the cracks, the scars of battles fought, and chooses to heal together. It’s striving for new heights, fueled by the strength you find in each other. To love is to make silent sacrifices, to honor an unspoken vow. It’s the foundation of trust, the unbreakable bond that endures. True love is far more than words, it’s the actions that give those words meaning. Love isn’t just a fleeting sound; it’s the home where your heart finds peace, where two souls live in harmony. I truly love you.

the best time to realize
when
what
causes one to experience
the meaning of to be
deathly afraid
is
exactly
when
you are not


joy purifying
enfolds you, envelops, indeed,
you
are subsumed, a sense of being
secondary
to the unusual flooding of the
dry riverbed in your head that’s
been dry since you can’t remember

when

when you understand
that one cannot truly
write only love poetry
to precise excess
unless
admittedly you love
to excess,
otherwise
you are incapable of making
good
love poems

when

you are not
within that
rare off the beaten yes trackless meniscus curve,
in
country
of first love
  of
only
true love

Sunbeams through the window are like childhood memories—
Warm, vivid, and simply true.
And they never leave me, even when I’ve forgotten.

Love that burns your tongue like a wildfire but soothes you all the same like a gentle rain.

2. Love that keeps you on your toes and holds you securely in their grasp.

3. Love that turns over for you like the tide and holds your trembling shoulder.

4. Love that finds the strength to wrap you in their warmth.

5. Love that paints your world with your favorite color.

6. Love that will pull you back like the moon when you start to drift away.

7. Love that charts every edge of you and your thoughts in the vow of their mouth.

-boonthemoonluv