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Love, because it is who you are Not because it is what you want

your poetry reads like music to me

I rather be in these waters Crashing and folding Than to let this ocean Become so foreign

we decide how we live and I choose beauty everyday to observe and to create

I am nothing, but everyday I create Until I bring beauty to my blank slate

do not follow my footprints because you will only read the path that they paved and not the Love I engraved

unravel and rearrange me like the words in your poetry take the syllables you know of me and place them carefully in whichever way brings you the most beauty

Words scattered arbitrarily  Meant to be poetry

Some days you are reflecting Other days you are the Light

loving you is art in its most divine form

in some other reality I may possibly have been another version of me but I can say with absolute certainty this Love, would still be like the same roots to a different tree

I read your story Out of familiarity I know your lines Will not end Any differently

observing the entire world around me but only absorbing what calms me

life would have no meaning if it weren’t for my need to unravel this thread of love and to keep weaving it

I want to wear all of the colours of my sky with you, and I want you to wear all of yours too We will be every season we could’ve dreamed, and everything in between

give to me the pages  that do not yet bear a story without the words defining me  I become my poetry

the journey to become a poem whether it is mine or yours

it is the light in you that believes in the goodness even when it is not there even if you are met with darkness do not put that light out let the love in you sing louder than the silence that surrounds

I believe love still remembers who I am.

I will become a melody later Right now I am still learning To hear the music within When I’ve grasped it fully I promise you will hear me sing

Am I the tree Waiting to be empty Or the leaf Waiting to be free I must be both As much fragment As the whole