Only The Finest

Love is not knowing, 
That the depths of the heart have been pierced until a tear drops as I listen to you breathe.

Love is,
Remembering the moments when I clenched my fist and screamed, your name
As a declaration instead of a curse.

Love is waking to find you staring into my face, as you laid watching me sleep quietly in your sheets. Whispering, only the finest.

Love is remembering that the body is not the soul, and as it fails, it is warmth from the heart that lights the soul's eternal flame. 

It is not the body I require to quench the thirst of my heart for with you it is only the finest and inexplicable moments that bring me peace.

Love is remembering that we were not made for each other, yet we have made it with each other and built this thing with resilience and fire. 

Only the Finest!

Love is knowing that we have done nothing to hurt the other and that we have chosen to be good to each other even when it was hard.

Love is knowing that I could have never imagined to be adored by any human as much as you adore me. 

Love is knowing that you are my forever love and that I will always be there to hold you, breathe you in, smell your hair, oil your skin, kiss your lips and caress the bearded nape of your neck.

Love is… and will always be,
Only The Finest.