Like a pair of old slippers,
I feel comfort and
warmth as I slip into you.
No, that is too crude.
Like the match to the wick,
I ignite when we touch.
My counterpart and
life's purpose.
Yes, as though I've known you my whole life.
Every scar,
every failure
has become an affirmation
of what should be:
You.
Yes, as though I've loved you my whole life.
