To Love You

By Sasha Maria Popham

There are no words to describe how beautiful you are, 

I say this to a man who has overcome so many obstacles in the face of life. 

To a man who’s known struggles that only he alone knows, struggles that seem like the world is always burning and the scars are never fading. 

That same man found their way through that falling world and made it look beautiful and full of life. 

I say this to a man who loves like a raging fire. That blooms bright with passion and love. 

That same fire he takes to battle, how the flames caress the soul when he wants it to, or how it burns the heart if he needs it to. 

A fire too big for his body it needed to reveal itself to the world by the locks of his hair. 

How it flickers in the sunlight at the right angle. I would trade anything to stay up early in the morning and watch the sunlight bless me with such a sight for the whole day. 

I can say that no matter how bright his hair and fire was, nothing compares to the way his crystal blue eyes light up when they see me. 

There are no words to describe the feeling I felt when I see that look of adoration in his eyes, no matter how unpretty and treacherous I may be or have been. 

How the gems that are his eyes shine with amazement at the little things I do, which always never fail to catch him off guard. 

There are also no words to express how warm I feel in my entire existence when he holds me late at night, how he clings to my body like he wanted me for all the years to come. 

No words can describe the feeling of emptiness and loneliness I feel when I leave for work and how he subconsciously reaches for me.

 There are no words to describe the passion between us, from the wars of words to the conclusion of loving touches. No words describe how grateful I am to have him in my life. 

I Say, I have no words because I am speechless when it comes to looking at a man like him. 

A successful, bright smiled, easy personality that everyone that came to know and fall in love with. 

I am speechless when we fight because I hide in embarrassment and shame for having hurt a soft angel like him. 

My heart calls his name even at times I wish it didn’t. His voice is a melody I can't get out of my head- mind that, I wouldn’t want to. 

I expressed not having words at the beginning of this, but looking at it now, it seems all I have are words. 

I beg all the divines present that they are enough. Until my sweet honey coated words are able to build him cathedrals of gold and precious gems, I pray that this letter is enough for now. 

I could compare him to a sunset or a sunrise. A crystal lake or even the depths of all the oceans in the world but perhaps I shall save that for another time.

I may never have the voice to tell him this, so I hope the black lines in this admission will do me somewhat justice.

By Sasha Maria Popham