You’re absolutely beautiful
and
I’m absolutely falling
absolutely hard
for no one but you—
and I feel blind sometimes
because
I can’t find you
when I need you most, but
you’re always there
always smiling
always with open arms
always open to imagining
the unimaginable
with me.
It’s like painting pictures
with no paint
but making a
masterpiece as gorgeous
as a Davinci, as
deep as a Picasso—
but the masterpiece is nothing
but an “us”
floating across the ocean with
nothing but a sail to
fly us through the clouds
soaring above your
every dream-
the ones where
I’m the princess, and
you’re Prince Charming
where
our infinities are bigger
than everyone else’s…
when I can’t help but wonder
why
you hadn’t found me sooner.

We hold the pen to our own story now.