Day after day, night after night.
The incessant clicking of my indecisiveness.
“No, that doesn’t sound right.”
“Ah, there it is. Poetically correct.”
I correct myself so every thought is portrayed to reflect your beauty.
Or rather to reflect the intense warmth I feel inside, when I contemplate us, and our future.
I see the beauty of the soul.
And I see just how wonderfully we fit together. It’s beyond my words..