In which I count the ways that I love you
She’s a no holds barred, shits ungiven, unbridled pillar of purest sass.
She’s got more eye twinkles than a children’s poem, a laugh that’s seen you without your trousers, and a tongue that can choose to dice you or nice you.
Mountains cower at her command and slink off at the jab of a finger; chaos parts before her, scrabbling frantically to order at a single glance.
She’s got a heart that gives and gives and gives, and she writes no return address on the back.
Her love feels like the rise of the sun on cold skin, a warm pair of arms after years at sea.
She’s hidden in plain sight so only the luckiest can see her.
I’m so glad I could.