I love this man.

 I love this man.

As I watch you tell me stories, you move your face and hands almost in slow motion and the reflection of this warm light on your skin turns you into a painting I adore.

Your infinite eyes show me the depths I could never reach, so I hide my adoration, for only in a different universe, where you and I were free from these heavy chains, could we make each other happy.

Oh how I love this man. But only in another life, you and I, my sun, my moon, we could have found this love intact.

And if ever we cover it in sage and gold, could I see me? Could you let go?

I see us slow dancing in our kitchen, elsewhere, a warm home for us both, happiness. It feel so far, but I love this man.

I love this man and I will never stop. 

I don't regret my lavender arm, or having fallen for you, I don't regret continuing to love you, or having the joy of watching you get lost in your mind despite the late rain on my path. 

I love this man and I don't regret the love I have.