Her scents fulfill each room dangling on memories evoking spontaneous "I miss you texts". Helplessly you follow the scents attempting to travel her steps to reconnect before her departure is complete from home.
She is love
Her smile is brilliant, mature, nurturing, bold, exquisite, and arousing
Each flower order prudent and meticulous to the details of her favor
*order complete*
Sending endless blue orchids to steal a selfie glimpse for personal inboxes
She is love
A woman of religion and values to encourage the queen in you; achieving with a helping hand away from her bosom and poised to your perfect reach
Her judgement completely vacant upon the acceptance of your presence in her life and routine
She is love
Invading each dream, violently crashing every pity party, arriving late but right on time, saving me from me when I can't see the beauty in me...
She is love banging down every barricade and door
She'll allow no hindrance in the binding of you two.
She will allow no dissolution to rupture the firmly built fortress
She is love
Perfections are the flaws adorned by the flawed
Recreating imagery, challenging poetic creations, romantically sweeping me off my feet with brilliance, delivering every promise of the beauty infirmity into precision
She is the unwritten definition
She is love!
She is my free write!
She is my headphones on a cool day, the miseducation of Lauryn hill on replay, and coldstone pleasures set to dance on my tongue with no foreplay
She is you
(Thank you for everything. If you're not it then I don't know what is but I truly appreciate the love and lessons of learning to love again even when uncertain)
