Our love is
I don’t write you many love poems
Because we’re too alike.
We are both too sarcastic
To boast of Shakespearean attachments: there is no life without my love and all that.
That’s just terrifying.
No, our love is a fine friendship
Only slightly crippled by your bad puns.
Our love is perfect honesty without condemnation.
Our love is to give each other absolute freedom
And watch the other return again and again.
Our love is the ability to bring each other back to our senses.
Our love is when I let you have the last piece of chocolate
Or when you notice I’m cold and turn off the AC.
A thousand tiny untold sacrifices.
There is no obsession here.
There is only kindness
A willing ear.
It’s a fond knowledge
That someone good
Is always there for me at the end of the day.