Carlos
You are...
I do not have to be told many truths
I know I am not god perfect
Or statue beautiful
I have flaws by the millions and counting
I am wrong for you in every way
Yet, I feel as you are right for me in so many more.
We couldn’t have been more oppositely different
Peasant and Royalty
Their love only triumphs in fairy tales
And unfortunately I don’t have a Fairy God-Mother
Or carry a wand with sparkling magic
I live in the real world where happiness comes far in between
And for only short periods of time.
And you,
Well, you are…you.
Your every move flows like a mountain stream
Delicate and patient, yet swift
Every object you touch stays with a lingering aroma
Giving away a fragrance so exotic and unique
That stuns me on the spot
Leaving me breathless and paralyzed
Your sentences echo with magnificent tunes
I can barely keep up with their meaning
For all I know you could be talking about constellations and the oh so many moons
I get lost in their beauty
Like a rose in a maze.
And like I said you,
Well, you are...everything.
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