When you know, you know...

Before we landed into people's arms of our history, our minds had ideas that the love was like either playing with fire or lying on snowflakes, noting that it would only suffice the temporary. We thought about bells and rings with them.

But with you, it's an eternal field of sunshine and storms. The power of stability and it's not even poetic to finally settle in this grace. You see right through me that the ghosts I buried in history couldn't match the bones I buried in the long midyear months.

Real love knows no history and knows no fear. Our love surpasses them all. Everyday, I thought I was a wasted potential, but it took three eclipses and deaths to match your heaven. Now, my soul is now put back in faith and my confessions killed all my creative demons.

Our slow burn love will give allowance for mistakes and our secrets will never exist in the book of promise.

Your love puts pillows on my shoulders making me think that the pasts are all parts of our strings. I love to see myself through your eyes because sometimes they love me more than mine.

All of my enemies and buried shame are now put in the vase and displayed beautifully. You make it handful and your hands treat it with fragility. Now, I can finally sense everything and why there was a loud whisper with the wrong person.

The clutches, heat, and resilience under the sun suddenly extends my hand for you to put a ring on it. I am ready for you, love. God made me ready. God restored me for you. God made all things beautiful and new with you.

You, our storms, our rainbows, our kitchen chitchats, waking up everyday with you, our little yous, I am ready.