Love, they said, burns you
and builds you.
But with you,
there’s no ash.
Just light.

Whenever you keep score in love, you lose.

All I need to do
is place my pen against paper
and your love
writes for me.

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.

Let us remember to
always rediscover one another
because we are
forever changing.

What is this love
that makes me see beauty,
and makes every beautiful thing
bring you back to me?
What is this love
that makes me declare 'I love you'
even though I uttered it
only a moment ago?
What is this love
that keeps growing even when my chest is sore
and it hurts to love you any more?
Tell me:
How am I to find what this love is
when it was the one to find you, me,
this verse, and this universe?