Love

My love

I could write you a million poems

I could invent metaphors

through astrophysics

and fairy lights

illuminated in ghostly night aspens

I could speak in french

because poetry is more beautiful 

when you can't understand the words

all you have is the feeling behind them

"Tu es ma lune et mes étoiles

bien sûr

Ne le doute jamais"

I could say a great many things 

but they're not enough

Love isn't meant to be in text

It's written behind deep blue eyes

in smiles that stretch to infinity

in laughter and really bad horror movies and no trespassing signs

It's in goodnight kisses

and in the night sky during the silence that follows