I love you, I love you

A poem on love

Your breathe makes me clostraphobic,
blanketed and warm.
Your touch opens my tired eyes,
at the right time in the morn.

Your tears rip my soul in two,
so you become my thread.
Together we sew and fix the pain
and put our demons to bed.

Your hair makes me blush,
as my fingers push through.
It's like silk or a petal
or the glimmer on the morning due.

Your hands give me shivers
and you touch my face,
like we are the only other humans,
no others, no gender, no race.

I don't have to kiss you or
hold your hand to know.
I could be 100 miles away
and it would still show.

That this connection between us
is all I want in my life.
To have children and grow old
and have you call me your wife.

I love you I love you,
I love you more every day.
No matter where or how soon,
I love you is all I can say.