honeymoon delusions: fantasies of forever

i was born out of love and until now i wasn't sure that i was meant for it. i have never loved another as i love you—i now know that i was created for purpose. with you on my arm i understand that my heart does not beat for survival but so that i could know you.

my fingertips dance and trace around every inch of your skin, there is not one spot of you i could hate. i want to crawl into your heart, i will take home in the marrow of your bones, please let me look into the deepest part of your soul and love you anyway without hesistation. i will choose you again and again, i promise i will.

with your touch—your body interweaved with mine—i know what perfection feels like. your softness unintentionally showed me why lips and fingers interlock with the ease that they do. when i cannot physically see you i sleep and pray that in my slumber your beauty will manifest once more.

dress me in white baby, even though i am far from pure in their eyes, but for some reason it never mattered to you. i am so fractured and flawed, yet you kissed my bruises and crowned them holy. sleep beside me each night and as dusk turns to dawn let the sun kiss your eyelids—when they open please let it be me that you see first. 

i ache with anticipation to know you forever, it is you or no one my baby and i know that for certain.