Him
It's his hair
His eyes
His smile
His cheeks
Head to toe i went
And it still wasn't enough
Love
What does it look like?
I stared and smiled and I laughed and I shrugged
I thought and assumed and I considered and said
it looks like him-
And after all this time I realized
that I had been placing
the image of something so beautiful
to another human being so beautiful
as if he could encompass
all of the love
and all of its representations
in this realm of life; in this world
He looks just like
the kind of love-
most people stumble for
i said:
love looks like him
and in my silent response
it all makes sense.
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Oh how beautiful it is
to wake up and love you
all over again
to see you kinder, wiser, and more compassionate than you are now
to have my life make sense
when I look at you-
even the bad things
to know all my trials and tribulations were necessary.
Oh how beautiful it is our God made us possible.
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