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REASONS ON WHY I LOVE HER
to you: 26 Reasons On Why I Love Her is a collection of moments and musings about romance, attraction, young love — an exploration of what it means to pursue life with someone who understands the beauty and strength in emotionality & vulnerability. this is a proclaimation to share love openly with trust in yourself and for yourself. these poems are about you & also me (about us). this is a declaration of self-love & self-respect. this is an obliteration of fear, the one thing that holds all of us back from our purest and truest potential. with love, az
ONE:
she smiles, the whole world disappears & her eyes twinkle like tiny galaxies in space.
TWO:
she walks in a way that demands respect and admiration.
THREE: when i feel like running running running, she pulls & grounds me with “how are you?”
FOUR: she doesn’t make my heart jump or skip beats — she makes my pulse stronger and more resilient.
FIVE: she is a meadow of ruby & blush cherry blossoms inhabiting the caves of Aphrodite.
SIX: she is fire. she is wind. she is Earth Earth Earth
SEVEN: we fight; we say, “i hear you”
— on disagreements
EIGHT:
i am the truest version of myself when i’m with her: empathetic, vulnerable, maternal. she doesn’t question she doesn’t invalidate she doesn’t take advantage -
NINE: she loves openly. she hurts openly. she exists openly.
TEN:
she coats her armor with her emotionality. she is a goddess warrior.
ELEVEN:
she doesn’t push me off cliffs instead she takes my hand, & together, we look at the sky with our toes touching the edge of the mountain. — i am scared of heights
TWELVE: she is complicated, multi-layered, unpredictable. — she is spiritual
THIRTEEN: when i wake up next to her, & the sun shines on her face, i wonder what she dreams about.
FOURTEEN: she likes her coffee black (like me).
FIFTEEN: discovering every part of her loving every part of her
SIXTEEN:
she is a queen in her own ways — reigning over her mind & soul. i am all at once petrified, enamored, magnetized. — she is beautiful
SEVENTEEN: she makes romance the blurs of yellow, blue & red. she is refraction of light that i luckily caught glimpse of.
EIGHTEEN: she is the light drizzle of rain on a sunny day.
NINETEEN: when she looks at me, she illuminates the warmth of amber.
TWENTY: she smells of old spice and evening kisses.
TWENTY ONE: she is a waterfall of a being, a beauty to see, a beauty lucky enough to bear witness to.
TWENTY TWO:
she is strong-willed & stubborn, able to push against my bullshit. — i appreciate her
TWENTY THREE: she is witty & intelligent characteristics mama told me to find in a partner. — mama likes her
TWENTY FOUR: i am clearer-minded when i’m with her.
TWENTY FIVE: being too scared to say “I love you,” knowing too well that relationships I’ve exposed myself to suffocate & imprison the people i still hold close. our relationship transcends my views of what love could be. — on healthy dating
TWENTY SIX: she asks me one morning what i dreamt about the night before: i sit at a cafe, remember her words in my slumber saying, “i love you too.” — on vulnerable dreaming