Love letter # 69

All the usual things got said – it won’t last, that feeling will fade – but here I am…loving you even more.

It’s the little cracks, the chinks in your armour, the grumpy thing you do sometimes. These, and other imperfections are the very structure of your beauty.

If this is the so-called sickness, long may I suffer. I’m sure that the world is made of harder facts, but I have chosen this instead.

When all the rusty marks appear, and the shine seems set to dim, I will dive beneath the line to love the deeper you.

And if you would honour me by letting all this madness flow, how wonderfully crazy we could be. It would be like light. It would seem like song.