cosmic

To love and to be loved

Is one of the most magical things in the world.

When I look into your eyes

And am overcome with the warmest,

Most cosmic feeling–

Like a bolt of lightning hitting me

And goosebumps running down my body.

To feel so safe and so loved–

Words are not enough to describe it,

But I can try.

You look at me with your brown eyes

And it pierces into my soul;

Light reaches every crevice:

Healing what was damaged before.

Feeling like for once, 

I am enough–

Who I am, what I’ve been through,

How I act, my weird quirks,

And psychopathic toothpaste tendencies.

It is enough because it is who I am

And you love all of me.