Handsome, Sweet, Perfect for the Love of My Life

Words that fell smooth like honey over berries, your love over that name that lingers like sugar on your lips, a mere appetizer for the real thing, and the real is this: handsome, sweet, perfect (your tongue flashed like the glistening wings of a rare butterfly as you spoke them—an essence I could hardly recreate, but the perfume of your feeling still hangs in the air, intoxicating, true—there is no doubt that he is the love of your life, that those words do fit him like your embrace around his strong arm, or that he is not as lucky as man can be to be the keeper of your heart, the possessor of your key.