Juxtaposed.

Placed next to another: contrasting...

And its fascinatingly terrifying
even hopelessly scintillating,
oh it can be wondrously frightening
and so overwhelmingly mystifying.

You are the sun during the day
resting in a clear, cloudless sky
while I am the moon
reflecting and guarding the night.

I am the reason for rhyme
and you are the rhyme to reason.
I am the waves that crash against the shore,
and my beloved is the calm, expansive ocean.

You are the lighthouse amidst my storms
and I am a rose amongst your thorns.
This may all sound like some oversimplification
but some things should be just that easy.

You are honey that soothes a throat
made coarse by the exchanging of harsh words
as well as a healing salve
applied to those wounds that threaten to bring me to my knees.

I am the chaos that lets new light into your world
casting light on what's been covered too long
as well as the wind that whispers
to your soul, bringing life back to your bones.

In the darkest moments, baby,
your voice is the one that reaches
through the never-ceasing noise
of my day-by-day trials and sufferings.

Its fitting to describe you as
the power in my voice as I sing
and to proclaim that you are the smile
that lights up my laughter.

So come home quickly,
let your feet carry you to me ever swiftly
because another moment I couldn't bear
to be parted from you out in this world somewhere...

So its fascinatingly terrifying- how close we've become in this short time.
And its hopelessly scintillating- how your eyes hold mine.
My beloved, its wondrously frightening- how much love we've been fated to find.
Oh how overwhelmingly mystifying- how God saw fit to pair you and I.