To love someone, is hard.
It feels like someday everything will grow apart.
To love someone, is precarious.
It feels as if the world will end and I'll fall down.
But to love you, is ethereal.
It feels like watching the sun sets.
Slowly and all at once, out of sight.
To love you, is surreal.
It feels like watching the flowers bloom, in winter's cold.
Almost impossible.
To love you, is a blesssing.
It's like watching the brightest star in the darkest sky.
Igniting the light in me.
And to be loved by you, is an honor.
It feels as if I am on top of the world.
Witnessing only the beauty and grace the earth keeps.
I love you, my only one.
With every inch of me.
For when I'm lucky to be love and to be loved.
ㅡ n.s
