A Love Poem (oops)

holding your hand is like
warm bed sheets and perfectly molded pillows
it is melting chocolate and scented candles
and perfectly hot soup on a cold day
it waking up before your alarm
it is sleeping with the windows open and
it is that first spring flower and the last fall leave
the possibility of change
the opportunity for more
and i let my heart break
so full of love for you
you make my heart feel heavy but the kind of heavy that comes
with childrens laughter or pennies in a wishing well
it is a weight that gives it significance
it is a feeling that says
here i stand
and i am somewhere important because i am looking into your eyes
and i can see your reflection and i hope you see me in ways
from how i see myself because
i am small and standing
and you can fly


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