I met him right before winter
And then he hit me just like,
a winter storm.
Almost instantly I didn't know what to do,
but love him with my whole being.
He called me his sunflower,
but there were no sunflowers where we were,
just dead flowers.
He kept me,
I tried to be as close as to him as our human bodies would allow us,
But even with him inside of me,
I needed him closer.
He dug into my soul with a shovel,
he took out everything he needed,
I told him to keep it.
I didn't need a soul,
he is my soul.
I learned that,
I did not love him,
He is my love.
And wasn't that the most special kind of love anyway?
People **** for the love that burns inside of him and,
How did I get so lucky,
to love, a love, some wait their whole life for,
I found him at 17,
he turned 18 with me,
I turned 19 with him,
we will watch the numbers of our bodies turn with the world,
while our ageless souls,
soar in different dimensions in sync, and out of sync.
We loved until winter was long gone,
and the sun shone on all the flowers including,
I didn't need him to keep me alive anymore,
just to be alive with me.
Just to live a life with me.
All four seasons,
we learned to love,
for no reason,