a confession. you heal the parts of me that i didn't know were broken. but that's not all you are, you are the peculiar things i love finding out about, the unintentional color in a dull world. the melody i fell in love with the first moment i heard it. you are a book i will read again and again, finding something new to love with every read. you are a love that stays beyond wanting to be called a lover. you are a love with the perseverance to grow. you're the reason i am thinking beyond tomorrow. and if people call you difficult, maybe they're just not willing to know another person beyond the surface, to know the roots of your worry, to learn the healing that brought you here. you are beauty with all its depth, your whole being is where i want to live. the gentleness of your soul is worth fighting a war for. your lips are the reason i write confessions of devotion. to hold you is to hold a life far away from chaos. you are a field of yellow grass and sunsets, a visible clearing inside a forest. a pond i'm willing to rest my heart in. you are all the gentleness this world will ever be able to offer. and you, my love, are a beautiful word i will speak all my life.