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Ecstacy is an eighteenth birthday,

being young and alone, in every sense, in every pore.

Indescribable is how I eloquently scroll in this new year,

because your arms around me as we roll together

over the bumps on this ride is beyond words,

it is the breathlessness I feel simply walking beside

my prince in the kingdom we have made for each other.

My heart is open wider than it has ever been,

and it holds you so snugly in the center,

breaking, healing, learning for you, dedicating everyday to you,

every trip a sparkling shower of sensations because

my hand is in yours.

This moment is the meaning of forever.

And I was afraid, because I deal horribly with

letting moments go,

and I said so.

But you took my face in your hands, whispering, fear not-

To experience this with you my love was a blessing.

And I breathe deeply out and agree.

My god, to truly feel love for the world.

I want everyone to experience what you are giving me.

I find myself the idealists in the high corners,

the ones I scoffed at for waving their stupid banners of

repetive key words of love and peace.

But suddenly,

I have dreams that we can all come together,

I have been to heaven and I want to give it to everyone.