every one of your expressions reveals to me that face of love i long to see. you are my portrait of divine perfection. and i paint you with colors that only keep leaving me breathless.
lucky for me that who you are is always showing me the very self that i am. i never know my own strength until i see you expressing it. it's only when you appear that i even recognize myself. strange it is that i can not see my own face until yours appears to come and face me.
you are a precious window into the heart of love itself. and love only knows how i need you in this world. for you are the only reason that i am. and the game, well, it's all meaningless without the face of love.
never not yours,
miss july 25