1. I will morph myself into metaphors; my veins will be of tangled threads that will strengthen my backbone made from frailty, the crown of my head will be filled with nothing but oblivion, my eyes will steal the luminosity of the lonely moon that longs to keep you company during achingly cold nights.
2. I will throw away all of my preconceived notions of what love is. Because in truth, love is you. Love is seeing what’s there in front of you and embracing every little thing. From the speck of dust to the sun with its overwhelming warmth. Love is reaching out and feeling your smile against my fingertips.
3. I will sigh your name in between cries of pleasure and whimpers of longing. My fingernails will leave marks on your back that speak of a night when thirst and hunger were satisfied with two puzzle pieces turning into one. You’ll have your name etched on my nudity and my name right beside the scar on your chest.
4. I will love you with complete abandonment of promises. I will live in the moment. With you. Not with the past, nor the future. But with what’s in the moment — the lifeless buzz of people hurrying down the street, the soft pitter-patter of rain against the windows, the squeal of a young child running to the park, the smell of freshly brewed coffee, the sight of a perfect yellow-orange hue of sunsets, the view outside our house, the lingering fragrance of a night spent in making love.