Like a map in braille, I read you with my fingers.
Like wet clay, I mold your features.
I know you with my hands.
I know the words on your lips.
I know your hair from root to tips.
I know your gait,
The many ways you are first rate.
Wait for you to say what you want to say.
Know where you got your shoes.
Know how chatty you get with a bit of booze.
The smile that lights up your face.
Recognize the laughter that makes you throw back your head.
How you bring out parts of me that I thought were dead.
I can’t read palms, I don’t know the future.
I am just happy to have you here.
And when I hold you, I hold you dear.
When I met you, my emotions were a mess.
But you gave my world gravity and my attachment depth.
I choose you each time I have a choice.
You inspire me to find my own voice.
I trace the continents of sleep.
Content to listen to you breathe.
Sometimes I can’t believe that you chose me.
We have history.
But it tends to feel brand new when you say you love me,
Like you do.
We have both suffered many things.
Plagued by dark thoughts in security.
Cried our hearts out with full sincerity.
Wandered the streets.
Led by delusion and shadowed by confusion.
Like a bird with a broken wing.
Unable to fly, too depressed to sing.
Our songs were sad sometimes.
But God knows they were true.
The loneliness dissipated when I found you.
The calm you bring with your reason,
Brings me closer to stability.
Thank you for being there to experience life with me.
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