You're Magic To Me

Dear Kelly,

I love being

in love

with you, for you are like

a still ocean

with gently lapping waves and the strong scent of

salt and kelp

hanging under

cloudy grey

skies.

But you are also

a black cat napping

on a street sidewalk in the

warm afternoon sun

by a flower shop and it smells of the

heady perfume of flowers and

freshly baked

bread.

In addition, you are

a torrential downpour mixed with

hail

and great forks of lightning followed by

the long heavy percussion of thunder for a solid seven seconds

only a moment later

and the air is charged with perichor and

burnt ozone.

Along with that, you are

early Sunday mornings when the sky

is magic and

everything has the rose tint of

one of those special sunrises.

Even the fog drifting out of the forest is pink

and the house smells of apple shampoo and

old books.

I could go on forever,

but basically,

you are fantastic, and I love you,

and I thought you might need this because you find it so easy to forget

how wonderful you are.

So feel free to save this poem.

Maybe screenshot it,

or post it somewhere,

I don't know,

but promise me that you won't forget, ok?

You're magic to me.

With all the love in this world, and the next,

Your Best Friend