Us.

Us



It was a simple act at first,
to love you,
receive love in return—
each moment spent with the other
a guaranteed happiness
of resplendent joy seeing your face,
feeling your touch,
as if emotions bore living fingers to cherish.

When did it change?
Reforming into something so elusive, yet solid,
a deepening revelation
held aloft by wings of desire—
the growing of each other
sown in the fertile soil of experience.

Longing…
Love…

The simple element waxed complex,
interwoven with hurts and misunderstandings,
restlessness and pain.

The simplicity of my love for you remains,
painted with the colors of our lives entwined,
complex and simple—
Us.

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