By Any Other Name

Your face is a symbol of my happiness

In so many ways.

Your smile,

Shadowed by waves of mahogany

Stirred by midnight whispers,

Ruffles leaves like tiny fingers

A graceful gale

Concise and disarming,

Yet enveloping and warm.

Jealous of where the sun has kissed

I lie awake

Tossing and turning,

Clutching

For some vague representation

Of all you are.

Yet even dreams cannot begin to trace

Slanted lips and soft brown

That both brings peace

And takes it from my heart.

You are peace

And rightly named,

But also maddening

And all that is tumultuous,

In the best of ways.

You are loved and you are love

And one day

I hope my words are worthy

Of one

So sublime.