Love
My love
I could write you a million poems
I could invent metaphors
through astrophysics
and fairy lights
illuminated in ghostly night aspens
I could speak in french
because poetry is more beautiful
when you can't understand the words
all you have is the feeling behind them
"Tu es ma lune et mes étoiles
bien sûr
Ne le doute jamais"
I could say a great many things
but they're not enough
Love isn't meant to be in text
It's written behind deep blue eyes
in smiles that stretch to infinity
in laughter and really bad horror movies and no trespassing signs
It's in goodnight kisses
and in the night sky during the silence that follows
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