Who knew that rubbing our noses together
Could quite possibly be the same stuff
That love poems are made of?
Or that your laughter could be the closest
I’ll ever get to seeing colors swirling in my mind
And coding my senses just from the sound of it?
You immerse me in showers of gold and stardust
I go into a frenzy of happiness under the sound
Of your voice telling stupid jokes.
Who knew that years after closing the door on you
You’d come into my life with exactly what I needed in a lover?
Your strength, compassion, and wit are the perfect match for me.
I’m so incredibly grateful to call you mine.