i tremble, my heart is not as steady as yours;
i'm steadfast in my devotion to you,
lost in a certain kind of reverie that only
those who love as deeply as this are
acquainted with –
fevered with you,
you paint a world in your colours,
your brushstrokes are prominent,
evident with each step you take,
you are everywhere.
in the tidal waves that come
crashing on shore,
in the clouds that are perfectly
formed on an evening sky,
a handful of you
was enough to
tinge my world
in your hues.
