in the light i see your face differently. a camera can’t seem to capture it. paint could never hold its shape right. the texture, the depths, the detail. impossible.
the way your eyes peer into me. the telepathic connection, electricity broadcast from one mind to another. from your soul to mine. are you even aware of the way you draw me in? do you do it intentionally?
your lips breach, a word comes forward. i’m already present in the moment, but now another sense has been activated. i’m lost in the sound ushered forth from the plush cushions, sultry but sharp.
the neat white rows of candy revealed with every syllable, your wit cuts to the core of complexities that your brilliant mind articulates casually.
the gentle angle of your jaw, undulating in rhythm with your speech. the cadence of an organized thought. it pours over me like honey. saccharine and sticky, lastingly sweet.
i find myself returning to each paced phrase. my attention locked, my attention is yours. my mind is yours. my heart is yours. my love is yours.
can anyone really love fully? can i ever realize the absolute richness we could explore together?
a lifetime isn’t enough. how could we possibly collect every feeling? how to numerate the span of emotions? impossible.
a lifetime will never be enough. so today i propose a hundred lifetimes, a thousand years. maybe epochs, eons, eternity. just be my love from now until the end of time, until the heat death of the universe.
i promise you my love completely. fervently. eternally. my favorite being, my best friend, my lover, my life, my wife.
Mike Lightheart 