Of Men and Metaphors

There are no descriptors          
I could compare thee to:          
no metaphor or simile            
Some see you as shade—           
  mountainous movement          
  of shifting personality;          
a constant, ever-changeling state          
  canvasing darkness from light          
Others pine for your passion          
to entwine with their own—  
a dreamscape:            
  granting childhood wishes truth;          
  a verification real intimacy exists          
I see no comparison befitting          
the caliber of a man's heart          
It would only be a fraction          
of your life, should I write          
  “You are like a Rothschild’s Orchid;          
    the rarest in the world."
Because orchids are not strong, nor warm;  
but, possess a coldness to the touch            
Their beauty does not swathe the stars    
  nor fold first-light with their arms.          
I shall not wake encased by soft petals    
  of pink and purple, nor be quenched    
  under white and yellow-ringed crest    
There is no metaphor    
  which grants you justice;    
  there is only this truth:    
You walk proudly, a man aware    
  of his worth despite circumstance;    
you eschew temptation for loyalty—     
  vehemently defending what you love    
Tell me, my Dearest Darling—     
  what more is there to want   
  in this miniscule Universe of Us          
Written by Ahavati
Published | Edited 30th Jan 2019
Author's Note
For my J on our 2nd Anniversary of the day we met right here at DUP! 📝💻❤

I Love You 💜🎂🎉🏡👫☀🌷
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