So this is

what it
feels like
to be loved.
To be wanted.
To be truly
seen,
appreciated,
and savoured.

Beauty is
indeed
in the eye of the
beholder, and
there’s a lot
to be said to be
in the sights
of a soft, generous
eye.

Love is
interesting.
And being loved
even more
so.
It’s not
what I thought
it was going to be.
There’s more teeth,
and more softness.
There’s variety,
and wild abandon,
and trust.
And stillness,
and eyegazing,
and wonder.

It’s the everydayness of
a slice of toast,
and a rare blini with sour cream and
caviar,
all at once.

It’s ridiculously fabulous
and I’m taking it all
in, every delicious
morsel.

For, like all things,
this too shall pass.
Today is not that
day though,
and this love
is real.

Here to be
enjoyed, and played with.
Here to be revered.
Here to be consumed
by.
Here to fully dissect, and
nurture.
Pinned to the
spreading board
of my
heart.

~Lu