Love meant very little to me

It meant no more than a muse for butterflies to flutter in my interior

Just another reason for my heart to shudder at the twinkling of an eye

A mere cradle for the world to collapse upon someone’s without dispute

Another guilt-ridden whim to paint my broken beautiful

Then, I met you

In your embrace, I knew the warmth that would beckon me home

In your lips, I tasted the quintessence of forever etched eternally

In your arms, I felt the strength that would pull me closer with every push

In your beauty, I nuzzled the permanence I would never retire from admiring

In your mess, I found my sanctuary

In you, I found me