like outer space

And so like every other lover in history
I have been given the task,
to define my love for you.
Little do they know,
my sheer,
irresistible,
complete,
unwavering,
shameless,
overflowing,
unapologetic,
reverence for you
cannot be enclosed in 1 page,
10 lines,
100 words.

You are not a skill people are born with
and yet you are not a random string of words either.
You are, to me, a way to live.
You are my form of communication,
expression,
emotion:
anything they might want to call it.

You are my connect with my humanity,
what helps me understand what I feel.
Sometimes you take the form of therapy to heal,
and other times an artwork.
But my:
incessant,
gushing,
spiralling,
love for you
never waivers-
like tentacles spriling
into abysmal
nothing.

You are:
the colour for the blind,
the music in silence,
a song from my soul,
put into words.

This is my quiet place
below the norm
like outer space,
an alien form.