They still carry love,
from lives once lived,
walking paths with
belief in destiny.

Their love so surreal,
kissed by every wounds.

She cloaked in petals,
with a bleeding heart.

Just as tree waits
for spring to bloom,
he waits for her,
to heal.

One day…
I’m going to know.

Your birthday.
Your middle name.
Where you were born.
Your star sign.
Your parents’ names.

I’ll know
how old you were when you rode a bike for the first time,
how your grandparents passed,
how many pets you’ve loved and lost.

I’ll know your eye colour,
your scars,
your freckles,
your laugh lines,
and the birthmarks you forget are there.

I’ll know your favourite book,
the movie you’ve watched a hundred times,
your go-to sweets,
your comfort food,
your shoes worn thin,
your favourite colour,
the song that feels like you.

I’ll know
why you’re awake at 3am,
where you were when you realised you lost a friend,
why you picked up the razor,
and how you found the strength
to put it down
before it went too far.

I’ll know your dreams.
Your fears.
Your secret wishes.
Your first heartbreak.
Your dream wedding.
Your wounds from those closest to you.

I’ll know your strengths,
your softness,
your lazy Sunday moods,
your electric energy,
your swirling, shifting emotions.

I’ll know your bad habits.
The way you fidget.
Your stroppy pout.
Your ****** expressions.
And your laugh—
my favourite song.

I’ll know
how you chew,
how you drink,
how you walk,
how you sleep,
how you kiss.

I’ll know how you feel
without a word.
I’ll know you’re crying
without a tear falling.

And once you let me in—
And I let you—
We’ll see everything.

You say you want this.
But tell me—
are you ready to see me too?

Because I’m going to know it all.
From top to bottom.
Inside out.
From listening,
from sharing,
from watching,
from loving.

And after I know
everything there is to know…

You can be sure.
I’ll still
love you.