To T.:
I like the way old books feel;
It's like entering a new world
that someone discovered and once loved
then left for others to explore.
I like the crisp of new clothes and bags;
It's like playing dress-up as a child-
create whatever you want to be,
and live as one of a kind.
I like that life is full of contradictions
yet there is logic to it all.
It's like magic, or time-travel-
filled with loopholes we ignore.
I like how love exists
in the faintest blinking of an eye.
It's like the heart is primary,
and signals substance to the mind.
Most of all I like you-
the way you look at me and smile.
I like the moments held in place;
I love our every little while.
I love the way you read me,
and the things that make us match;
I love the discord we always face,
I love the electric our souls catch.
Most of all I like you-
You show me everything I can do.
Most of all I like you-
I love the make of me with you.
(And if our novel is incomplete
or has the worst of endings,
I hope that you will always feel:
We shared the best beginnings)
