I am not a lukewarm love
Found in riddles or sideways glances.
No games will I play with a heart
So treasured as yours.
There are no butterflies in my stomach
because there is no question mark in my heart.
I am a declaration as I weave my fingers through yours
and lay my head on your shoulder.
I fall asleep to the sound of your voice
Telling me stories I’ve heard before
My body arched around yours
our breathing synced.
Our lives together are full
full of God and joy, laughter and fun
and yes… pain and tears
A lifetime full of firsts and lasts.
Until it’s just me
Saying my last goodbye to you.
And there’s no more stories at night.
Just quiet and the memories of a love that was never lukewarm
to keep my heart warm at night.