I Love

I love courtyards embroidered with stars. When I'm looking at you ruffling your hair I love holding your hand beneath the moon. And taking you upstairs to an empty bedroom Sleeping spooned with little or few clothes on I love smelling your French Channel perfume. Imagining what's going on behind your eyelids I love the palm of your hand stroking mine. It feels like it's clutching a part of my soul. I love the heady breaths you take when you sleep. It's like an angel is next to me till dawn. I love your soft ensuing morning kisses. It's like I woke up in heaven hearing an angel call. I love those silent moments when you dress. And drop your night clothes on the floor. I love all your lightness and darkness, all your faults. I love you in all my foolishness and fear. And when I wake and you are not near To hold a part of my rubber ball soul Darling, that's when I'm -wondering if you're real at all. Darling, 'I love'—I could fill a teacup with tears. When the milk sours, the door doesn't open anymore. When I'm not embraced and greeted by your arms Then there are no more star-embroidered courtyards without you.