Happy longest-I've-ever-been-in-a-relationship-iversary

There's something in the way

I wake up to the planes of your face

that makes me tingle with the thought

of the closeness of us. Intimate, passionate

kindness and genteel. A draped arm, held

hand, tender kisses on my shoulder.

There's something in the way

your eyes rest on mine, with your mouth a

damned smirk of smartassery, that bears

the burden for just a little while. Taking

care, taking interest, taking me as I am

for all the right reasons.

There's something in the way

I get to call you darling that shocks me

with pride at the accomplishment of

building lovely months with you. The

knowing of you and the sharing of me

and the blossom of newness that is fresh

and long-awaited as the birth of spring.

There's something in the way

we are that fills me to bursting at the

thought of what we could be or what we

will be or what we won't be. A brightness to

the coming days, more filled with you and us

than I dared wished for. The future is

a happy place to look.