Lift your eyes.

Reach out your hand over borderlands and oceans.

Rest your hand in mine.

I love you through black and white postcards and back again.



Turn over the songs written before we were born

In the shadows built before our city had a name.

Put your lips to mine.

I love you through circuses and flowering cherries, I do.



An instant that never had to sign its name in tippex

A kiss that needed no key grip or gaffer

To brand itself into our hereafter.

I love you through tears and Roman candles, my only.



I have felt the day break around us

I've known the capturing ascent of your touch, your breath an absolution on my cheek.

I remember the sky that was here before you came.

Press your heart to mine.

I love you so much I don't know if you're beautiful.