my love

my love for you is not bound

to heavenly metaphors

of natural wonders.

while i know that you are

as beautiful as the moon,

watching down on me

from her perch in the

star-speckled sky,

it seems too abstract

to compare you to.

instead, i'll tell you,

you are so much more.

you are as comforting as a warm blanket;

the little sigh you make

as you nestle close to me on the couch,

my fingers twirling absentmindedly

in your sweet-smelling hair.

you are as captivating as an enthralling novel;

written like the first time we met,

when our eyes connected across the room

and i couldn't look away.

you are as familiar as your old pair of slippers;

that you have worn every day

for the last eon,

but you always relish in wearing

for the reoccuring comfort they provide.

you are my everything,

and i don't need

gargantuan words

or delicately crafted metaphors

to tell you that.