Like you are the finish to my sentences
And the light when I turn on a lamp.
I love you as a culmination,
As if all of my senses were meant solely
To be aware of you,
My eyes to see you, hands to feel you,
Nose to breathe you,
Ears to listen and mind to think of you.
I love you as a first response,
Like how I love the mountains and open lanes at night
And I love you with all the time that I have to give.
I love you regardless and with no hope of stopping.
I love you because pulling a book off the shelf,
I always want to see your face from the next aisle over.
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