They told me I couldn't

That I don't know love

I was immature

Too young

And now

He whirls through my thoughts as brisk December winds

And lasts like sweet petrichor of the heart

Sparkles in his entity outnumber the falling raindrops

And scintillating gems in the navy blue sky

My head against his chest

His heart pulsates thunder throughout the atmosphere

As his caress sends lightning through my spirit

Illuminating the dim uncertainty of the night

His voice is the drops flirting with the asphalt

Soft and blissfully therapeutic

I tell myself I can

That I know love

I had matured

Not too young

And now

My forever is here in the warmth of his arms