My Love,

For you I would change the world. Mold it like clay, glide paints on it like a blank canvas, and compose the silence into a symphony.

My love for you is sincere and intentional.

It isn't breathless or exciting, it isn't the rush of desire every second of the day. No, for this… is only the feeling of being "in love".

Love itself is what is leftover, and when being "in love" is burnt away and ashes are all that are left. They rise with anticipation knowing that hope clings to you like a hot summer's day. Loving you started as a feeling, but now lives in longevity as a choice. And I find myself choosing you, more and more everyday. Its hard. Knowing every crevice of your beauty and imperfections, and you knowing mine. Choosing to be intentionally giving, in hopes to take the darkness from your eyes, replacing it with a soft smile. For what is the use of all my acts of love if it is not sincere? It resounds only as a noisy gong or clanging symbol in the place of a well orchestrated song. My love is nothing if it is not genuine. Doubt that the stars are fire; Doubt that the Sun moves; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt that I love you sincerely, deeply, and truly.

My love for you is open-minded and diverse.

My love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged cupid painted blind. So here I am stumbling, wading through the unknown waters, seeking for you amongst the vast sea. Finding sweet culture and diversity as I stretch to capture the depth, and breadth, and height my soul can reach. They say "Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another," in this way you inspire me, to be a higher me. Reflecting a mirror onto my close-minded inclusivity, and redirecting my perspective to broader concepts. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. This kind of love confronts prejudice. Blind to all the messiness- yet seeing one as they are truly. Like water as it reflects the face, so one's life reflects the heart. May our lives be entwined together, bouncing light off one another to make fire. One that burns brightly, illuminating the darkness.

My love for you is well persevered and has learned the intricacies of your nature. Now, I'm not going to deny that I was aware of your beauty. But the point is, this has nothing to do with your beauty. As I got to know you, I began to realise that beauty was the least of your qualities. I became fascinated by your goodness. I was drawn in by it. I didn't understand what was happening to me. Love isn't simple. Rather it be something you have to work at annually. We are not the same persons this year as last, nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person. So we try, and we try, and we try. We fail, and yet we try again. Persevering, self aware, and self-controlling to ensure that our love is strong, can weather the darkest storm, and can prove helpful for us all. That we do not chase after conceited realities, or let our past mistakes be in vain, but learn from them. Grow from them.

My love for you is empathetic and passionate.

In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you. You are the sunlight through the window, which I stand in, warmed. Completely in awe of everything that you are. I take with me your beauty, bravado, and brilliance, but what's more? Your trials and tribulations. My darling, you are my heart, my life, my one and only thought. I once had a thousand desires, but in my one desire to know you, all else melted away. I do not understand it. How one can be deeply moved by another. From Darcy to Heathcliff, I thought they were fools. That love was something fictional only found in worn pages of an old book. I never thought I would find myself consumed by another- and yet my soul sees its equal in you.