~Sunday Poem~

Painting by Jean Claude Guidou

You are probably what the moon dreams about
when it lays its head to rest each night.
I imagine it waits for someone as bright as itself
to walk into its bedroom of stars and lost wishes,
and ask, “Where have you been all my life?”

The way you walk into a room may seem normal to most,
but to me, it’s like finally catching your breath
after you’ve lost it.
Your embrace is something history books
will write about one day.
You could carry the Atlantic in your arms
with ease, if needed.

And your heart.
Your heart is what amazes me,
it’s something I wonder if even a god could create.
Your love is what man works their entire life to find.
It’s the kind of thing you could lean the world on.

I guess what I’m trying to say is,
I love every inch of your existence.

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