One of my poems...one day I would love to be a writer

Loss Love

When I look at you I see me, I see the person I am and the person I want to be. I see the fear behind those dominant eyes, the way you try to hide your gentleness behind hurt eyes. How your hand fits in mine like the final piece of Gods puzzle, the most comforting touch I have ever felt. An emotion turns and winds itself throughout me to the bottoms of my toes to the tips Of my fingers as you interlock yours with mine, we become one, I become whole. I remember the familiar sound of your voice as we speak candid on cold winter nights about our struggles and beliefs. Connecting as simply and honestly as our hearts can while you laugh as my cheeks turn red when the subject becomes playful. Pure and supple your lips are when they meet mine, in our own little world where no pain or grief can get to us, just love, and the rebirth of hope in our damaged skins. No hiding behind wounded eyes, No changing to try to be something we are not, Perfection in its right key at its fullest tune. All my doubts erased when I look at you and all my dreams live when we come together. So many questions left unanswered so little words to leave between us and even though we are apart the butterflies you give me remain there and as beautiful as they were when they fluttered when I first fell will always stay close to my heart.