Carpe Diem

It works best this way, you and I separate. You don’t have the emotional depth that I do. You look at a river and see water. I look at a river and wonder where it leads to and how many people down the river are asking that same question. You look at the ocean and see water. I look at the ocean and wonder how many tears are drifting through the tide because of a love like ours. You look at me and see someone who loves you, someone you love. I look at you and see the evidence of of God’s existence, the proof that we are made in his image. I see heaven when you smile and hell when you’re mad. I see every constellation worth admiration in your eyes. I feel rose petals as I run my fingers down your back. I feel helpless yet immensely empowered by your touch. I taste the subtle traces of heaven on your lips, fire from your fingertips. This is why we are best separate, you and I. I feel more than you will ever understand, more than any language will ever be able to verbalize. You feel love. I feel that word is an understatement.