You might be thinking compliment.
But no, I meant complement.
When one thing completes another, therefore it complements.
When one thing expresses admiration, therefore it compliments.
But, I mean complement.
And to complement is to be close to perfect.
Sweet nectar divine,
You sweep me with breathlessness.
My heart stays enthralled.
You are like the hologram I dreamt up in the solstice of my mind.
Not being able to touch you as our love creates revolutions.
And, evolutions unfolding, your art blends onto my canvas with time.
Lush little lips escaping,
Journeying into your own.
To love you,
I have had.
A ribbon unraveling
Like the stories we share
Of the world’s happenings.
Passed on from one to another
From words of wisdom and worry.
From mother to sister, father to brother;
All running out of time, loving in a hurry.
Wasted not in “why” or “how”
It is all delicate in nature.
Right here and now
Our love gathers into the perfect picture.