darling, in our years together, we discover i can fit my arms around you perfectly. i can curl into you no matter how far you turn away.we write poetry on our bed and you try not to laugh when i stumble over the big words i use when i write about the way i feel about you. you sing to me your stange past that mystified me when we first layed next to each other; and i dig into you, and i learn every wink and every memory you draw on my palm. we watch movies i never thought id bring myself to watch and you look down your nose at my snobbery and i kiss your freckles and bury my face in the covers so you can't see how much im smiling. we teach our children something i could never teach myself and they are perfect, as our love, and they are happy, as we are. you cook for me and i try to cook for you, and i eat from your mouth every pure and devourable thing you have to say, and i lick from your skin something of soap and nectarines and home. we greet every predictable tear with a shoulder and embrace our firey passions as necessary, carthatic, as a means to a beginning.as a means to our forever. we are friend, lover, mother, wife. we are unknowing, we are unbroken. in our years together we discover those times when we didn't kiss, when we brushed against each other unwittingly, are as beautiful and explosive as the hours we made love in. i see that when you shower in the dark you give me more light to search for you. you become used to every bad habit i overcome becoming another for you to recognise. i get used to the idea that i can never get used to you when you are ever changing. you are ever beautiful. in our years together, we grow, we relapse, we learn, we forget, we love, we fight, we make up, we fight again, we are indescribable, we are hopelessly in need and disgustingly in love. we are always.