Comfortingly Strange

November 25, 2023

My love has a pleasant face
And turns of phrase
Never before seen

My love is imperfect
In the same way that a painted canvas is unclean

I sit in a meadow
And every flower is different
Every petal is new
And it's like I'm sitting with you

I pitch my tent
And the seasons change
And everything reiterates
Comfortingly strange
My love has a gentle look
And a witty hook
Stored in crooked lips
My love is ever persisting
And ripples and shifts like how time slips

I sit in a meadow
And every flower is different
Every petal is new
And it's like I'm sitting with you

You're progression
Familiar change
And everything reiterates
Comfortingly strange

My love has crisscrossed palms
Like leylines and deltas
Like an aerial view

My love is imperfect
Like bleeding ink
Smudging the pages between me and you

I sit in a meadow
And every flower is different
Every petal is new
And it's like I'm sitting with you

Beyond body, you're too whole
The only proof I have of a soul
You're comfortingly full
You're comfortingly there
You're comfortingly strange