for my callypie

All That I Am, For You

I made this quiet space just for you, my dear, to say what my heart whispers every time it beats. I hope it brings you warmth when you feel alone.

you are the peace in my heart, the spark in my soul.

whispers

you soften every edge, brighten every day, and breathe life into my world.

Loving you feels like warmth in winter, a pink sunrise through a window, and every beautiful thing arriving all at once. You matter to me more than words can say.

Every day begins and ends with your quiet beauty on my mind.

Your smile turns ordinary hours into something golden.

Every future I want feels more beautiful when I imagine it with you.

Amoretti LXXV: One Day I Wrote Her Name One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away: Agayne I wrote it with a second hand; But came the tyde, and made my paynes his pray. “Vayne man,” sayd she, “that doest in vaine assay A mortall thing so to immortalize; For I my selve shall lyke to this decay, And eke my name bee wyped out lykewize.” “Not so,” quod I; “let baser things devize To dy in dust, but you shall live by fame: My verse your vertues rare shall eternize, And in the hevens wryte your glorious name. Where, when as death shall all the world subdew, Our love shall live, and later life renew.”

Without end

If my love had colors, they would all belong to you.

a soft pink for your gentle spirit. hearts for your tender devotion. this whole page for you alone. there are endless ways to say it, yet the truest remains:

I love you.