We speak of the earths satellite like it’s our best friend. Our mirror. Our guiding light to the end.
We speak of the scorching hot sphere as if it were allowed to be near. So hot, and unforgiving yet so dear.
We speak of winter like we were there for the first storm. Catching snowflakes with our tongue.
We speak of flora as if we were entwined with their roots. Resilient, and growing ever true.
We speak of love as if it were our first language. Poems we dreamed up, with no intent to abandon.
I speak of you as if I’ve known you forever. And darling I have, look at the storms we have weathered.
I love you for who you are, and you are everything good the world has to offer and more.