You are the synthesis of all of the beautiful things that a person can be
You are a breeze that cools my skin and lifts my hair in the warmth of spring
You are rapture, you are light, you are the object of my utmost respect
You are god’s gaffer, illuminating the things that I try to hide
You are faceted, multi-paneled quattrocento grace
Unscripted, unfiltered, uncut and unbelievable.
I’m rambling.
I’m journaling.
I’m documenting how you make me feel.
How you crept into frame like a revelation
How I’m driven half mad with your frequency in my mind.
I have everything I want
At least for a few weeks.
Why do I crave any more?
Joy does not equate contentment.
I’m restless to see you
to feel you
to experience you.
I want it, but you need give me nothing more.
Your presence is gift enough.
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