by: Shamouy Ezzi Gibbs
These eyes will never grow old of your beauty, neither will these arms get weary.
Oh rare a gem you are, like tanzanite a precious stone, found in the valley of the moon,
I imagine as civilization made its way down the nile, you were their inspiration to wander off into the unknown. This is how I felt, terrified, not knowing where this journey would take me,
afraid to let go and let love take control,
or maybe just afraid that I was about to give you complete power,
how can I be vulnerable after all im sure you see my scars, wounds that tell a story of past life that got me worried about this business.
Still you invested,
your time, patience and dedicated every bit of your spirit to see me through, see, its these little things, sticky notes on the fridge that say I love you, knowing when all I need is to be wrapped up in your arms,
the conversations we have that dont require words,
what we have, the way we connected, to say its out of this world wouldnt be enough to describe it.
As if we we're two stars blazing across the skies with no sense of direction, colliding into each other, causing an explosion so big, bang!
the universe was born, and we became one with the cosmos, beings of light, galaxies were fashioned by our artistic design, and in our likeness we made love and sure it was good. Then its the way you undressed me, rid me of my garments of fear and doubts, so as to open my eyes to my own nakedness and flaws,
Now I can truly see myself, to finally be at a place where I can accept who I am, what I am, so that I could understand what it means to love and appreciate me first so I could now find the courage to do the same for someone well deserving,
this new found strength if never for you I would not have known existed.
And its the little things, the way you know just when to hold my hands without me telling you. letting me know you'll always be there even when im pushing you away, you pushed back, and still you know when to allow me my space and other times your just in time when I cant seem to breathe. The little things my love, why these eyes will never grow old of your beauty, neither will these arms get weary, you are without question appreciated, the measures of my love stretches far beyond the heavens...so from this day onward I vow to give to you a thousand times what you've given me. Love.
