Wallow

Im in love with you
because you are what makes you
..you.
because even when you leave i could still remember the way your hand wrapped itself around mine.
because,muscle too have a memory, recognition of the way i would extend my hands to trace your defined chiseled cheekbones.
because of the way you make my temperature ascend from fuming, vapor hot down to frigid cold. Or
something as estranged as changing the pigment of my skin from brown to red,
red to brown.
And when the time comes to see you at your lowest state,
your wretched weltering defeat..
I would still love you,
and thats the thing about faith..
Faith never forgets just how deeply in love i am .