What a comfort
Like a warm blanket and a cool pillow
When my thoughts lay in the memory of you
And of all the ordinary, wonderful things that we do.
What an adventure
To stand before a mountain
For once, not alone, I find strength in knowing
That you are there too, staring up
Looking up so high and saying,
It's not so bad.
We can make that.
And I,
I too look with you
At those cliffs impenetrable
And with reasoned breath
I quiet our vulnerabilities, and say,
It's not so bad.
We really can make that.
Knowing you are by my side
Is not a fantastic thing
every waking moment,
But a constant, beating heart.
Beating time with my own,
Reaffirming that the rhythm will be kept
Even if the darkness takes me under for a moment.
And I, too,
Feel proud in my own daily beating
Within your breast, next to your heart,
pumping blood
and preparing for tests.
It is quite extraordinary.
It is beautiful, and real.
It is not an angel or a miracle.
It is simple and strong.
It is maybe the truest thing I have known as an adult.
Real love, and acceptance, and support
Wrapped inside strong arms and passionate kisses,
Hidden mischievously between the lines of poems
And secret notes left in books.
I love him, I thought,
And I new that it was true.
I want to spend the rest of my life,
Living it with you.
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