Question me no further

Have you ever been

so inlove

that you can't even

help people solve 

the puzzle which is

our relationship?

The pieces fir perfectly together

like our hips

to each other.

It only needs to make sense to us.

The question comes

followed by silence.

The mind gives the heart the runs

followed by a feeling too intense

for the mind itself to explain.

The brain turns into worms

whom migrate through the torso

to become butterflies in sworms.

No hit to the gut can compare.

It relaxes to the point of no heartbeat.

No life, nor death.

Zen.

Every breath 

leads to a smile not often,

but always.

Because we know

how to put the puzzle together.

We are Winter and Snow,

Sun and Summer.

We need the other 

to be who we truly are!

I'm inlove,

question me no further.