My love, in all your radiant beauty and infectious joy,
You are the treasure that every pirate in every storybook has ever tried to find,
You are the dazzling lights of a forbidden city, and the brightest star in the night sky,
You are the steps to a dance I have memorized throughout every refrain of the song of our lives,
You who dance through the fields as if blessed by the fey themselves,
Ruler, kind and fair, of the flowers that bloom gently beneath your delicate fingers.
You come to me with a smile and laughter in your eyes,
And you, my darling, are everything.
So in the stillness and silence of the winter night,
When you ask what we are, I will answer,
“You are every kind thing and all the less than nice things and you are your wit and your temper and your smile and the laughter that sounds sweeter than any tinkling bells even when, and especially when, you laugh loud and full and unafraid.
We are the shaking peace of a candle at midnight. And the whirlwind of a tornado and we are everything we can ever be or will ever be and every regret we hold and every wish and every secret hidden away in our hearts.
We are everything we need to be for each other.”
Something I wish to find one day