Love is You

I told them a story about you, and they did not believe it. I started with your smile, because that is what I love the most, how it curves like a rainbow against a beautiful blue sky. I told them next about your eyes, dark windows with glowing lamps in the centre. Your hair between my fingers is what cotton candy is supposed to feel like; delighting in tracing your skin, kissed by the sun. But what was most difficult to explain was what I saw in you, because it was not them; because it was love, just you.