I woke up this morning and came to a realization,
Oh god I love you.
There’s nothing you could do to convince me other wise.
Everything about you feels like home.
Your arms around me are the strongest walls;
Your chest the softest pillow.
I am so in love with you I could never love anything the same way again without comparing it to you.
You’re so wonderfully imperfect,
And I love every single flaw.
They may as well just be called perfections.
I could drown in the pools of honey that are your eyes.
I could love you for an eternity;
As many eternities as there are.
Everyday I think about how lucky I am.
How lucky I am to have you.
You fill my cup to the brim.
You bring me joy I did not know I could have.
You love me,
And that’s more than I could ever ask for.
I’m astounded that you love me.
You and all your perfect edges.
You and your curls that bounce like children playing hopscotch.
You and your soft smile you give me when I’ve made a dumb joke.
That look in your eyes when our faces get close and we just stare.
Your soft breathing and your thumping heartbeat as we lay.
No one could make me feel as you do.
You make me soar.
You make me feel things I never knew I could feel.
I love you,
And you love me,
And that’s the best part.
Poetry
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I love the poem, but the title gives it such an interesting hidden meaning. The similes you used are so nice and cheerful, and I especially love calling imperfections “perfections,” like in a “one man’s trash is another’s treasure” sense. But the title makes this feel more like a calm before the storm, and it casts the love in your poem in a new light for me.