my kind of love letter

you are

a perfect sunset,

orange hues kissing pink in all its glory.

you are

a fresh cup of coffee,

brewed perfectly;

milk and sugar sweeten the deal.

you are

the smell of an old bookstore;

your skin has written stories i am waiting

to read in anticipation.

you are

the curves on every petal of a rose;

the thorns solidify that even flaws can be perfection.

you are

the morning dew on grass;

it awakens each morning to kiss the ground,

you do the same to me.

you are

the mesmerizing, infinite glow

of the embers that dance across the wood in the living room fireplace;

you are warm, peaceful, inviting.

you are

the gentle breeze

that caresses my skin comfortingly;

you cradle my face the same way.

you are

the physical worth of the thousands of miles

that my love stretches for you;

i have traveled every inch back and forth.

you are

the embodiment of

every element

shaped into its own form of love.

you are simplistic love,

bare,

daring,

confident,

love.

a.e.w.