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Incomparable
I was never capable
Of describing love
Until my fingers brushed his,
When the heart I tried to ice over
Melting within the heat of his arms
It's finding a home that isn't a material structure
But rather a person, a voice, the color of their eyes
That every time you see brown, green, blue, grey,
You immediately think of the way
They looked at you when they first told you
They loved you
It's warmth, safety, security,
Feeling invincible in their presence,
Yet also feeling the fierce urge to protect them
From any harm, no matter how frightening
Knowing you'll take care of them in their darkest moments,
And dance with them in their lightest,
As they do for you
It's the feeling of content,
Their ability to make you smile,
Even with tears in your eyes, or anger in your veins
A drug, a natural stress reliever
That you crave more than nicotine
It's the late night embraces,
With his jeans and my jacket
On the living floor from being incapable
Of making it to the bedroom,
Heat, chemistry, no shame or embarrassment
It's wanting to become better, healthy, happy,
To improve who you are to make them proud,
Applauding each other's accomplishments
And understanding the failures,
Not judging for the past, only looking to the future
It's compromise, even with
Arguments over toothpaste in the sink
Or unwashed dishes,
Yet able to laugh even minutes after
And never holding grudges
It's the ability to talk about anything,
Taboo, crazy, things others would judge for
Venting, ranting, thinking,
A journal in the form of a person,
But it's also being able to trust them
When they do go silent,
Or disappear for weeks for work,
Being secure in their loyalty as they are in yours
It's being willing to give them all of you,
And accepting all of them,
The storms and the sunrises
The good and bad
Finding someone you would protect at all costs,
Who you'll stand for when they can't stand for theirselves
And maybe this isn't love, perhaps it's naivety and hope;
But if is,
It's the kind I could see even my restless, ever wandering self
Being happy forever with.
Of describing love
Until my fingers brushed his,
When the heart I tried to ice over
Melting within the heat of his arms
It's finding a home that isn't a material structure
But rather a person, a voice, the color of their eyes
That every time you see brown, green, blue, grey,
You immediately think of the way
They looked at you when they first told you
They loved you
It's warmth, safety, security,
Feeling invincible in their presence,
Yet also feeling the fierce urge to protect them
From any harm, no matter how frightening
Knowing you'll take care of them in their darkest moments,
And dance with them in their lightest,
As they do for you
It's the feeling of content,
Their ability to make you smile,
Even with tears in your eyes, or anger in your veins
A drug, a natural stress reliever
That you crave more than nicotine
It's the late night embraces,
With his jeans and my jacket
On the living floor from being incapable
Of making it to the bedroom,
Heat, chemistry, no shame or embarrassment
It's wanting to become better, healthy, happy,
To improve who you are to make them proud,
Applauding each other's accomplishments
And understanding the failures,
Not judging for the past, only looking to the future
It's compromise, even with
Arguments over toothpaste in the sink
Or unwashed dishes,
Yet able to laugh even minutes after
And never holding grudges
It's the ability to talk about anything,
Taboo, crazy, things others would judge for
Venting, ranting, thinking,
A journal in the form of a person,
But it's also being able to trust them
When they do go silent,
Or disappear for weeks for work,
Being secure in their loyalty as they are in yours
It's being willing to give them all of you,
And accepting all of them,
The storms and the sunrises
The good and bad
Finding someone you would protect at all costs,
Who you'll stand for when they can't stand for theirselves
And maybe this isn't love, perhaps it's naivety and hope;
But if is,
It's the kind I could see even my restless, ever wandering self
Being happy forever with.
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