Usually
I hate
rain and
thunder and
grey skies.
It makes me feel
somber.
But as fat
drops of
water
hit my windows
I thought:
I could be swept away
by floods
this very second,
and not even drowning
would drown
my joy
today.
What do storm clouds
have on
the endless rays
of sunshine
within my heart.
Darkness seems downright minuscule
compared to the feeling
of your breath
upon my cheek.
I was lost
and then found
a home
amongst your arms.
And this love is free,
there are no
transactions of my trust,
no soul-crushing
bitter disappointments.
No late night
tears wondering
what's wrong
with me.
I finally realized
I was the
magic
all along.
Every day
is now tinged with
an ooey gooey
warmth.
Love shouldn't always be
a 100 ft drop,
triple loop,
make-you-sick
rollercoaster.
Sometimes,
it is the safest kiddy ride
you will ever know.
It's hard not be scared though,
when this seems to be
everything I've been waiting for.
It feels like
everything is as it's supposed to be.
And I refuse to choose malice
or sadness
any longer.
I'm too busy,
being in love.
Then sings my soul,
for I am
free.
