Eternal ramblings

I feel the sharp, intense pang of your love's tense grip overwhelming the inner chasms of my soul penetrating my hard cold harsh walls like the final push in the removal of a house changing and breaking through the old facade, decades of weight carried by old timber beams that were put in place too long ago, mental contracts you seem to smash through, like the light chasing the darkest corners of the room on a sunny day. The God's designed you just for me. How could they be so cruel as to deny me you until just 2 years ago? I reflect on how you make me laugh and how you stretch my love so much further than I ever thought possible, it's grip stretching out endlessly onto the harsh landscape of your body and over the mountainous terrain that lays onto of the softness beneath. How does my love entangle itself around you so deeply, so harshly, almost engraining itself onto the etchings of our conversations as they're released into the universe, twisting down your spine to the core of what makes you, perfectly, you. What makes me insanely and devoutly tied to you. Like a dog on a leash. A ring around the finger, or is that a different concept? What would I know? I feel we're both so inexperienced, making our way through this mysterious maze together never sure what shadows the next approaching day will cast on the menagerie of eclectic memories we've collected. My prize possessions. And next year we'll be moving in together, and it's coming so fast but I wouldn't have wished this with anyone else. I want to dance with the soul I see flaming in your eyes, to make love to the voice you use when you say those things, but then you ruin it with a stupid voice, the one that always makes me laugh. I will hold and carry your heart if I have to when you are sad, ill, old. I will be there to let your heart know how grateful i am that it keeps beating everyday, just for me. Call me selfish. I want to hold the crevices of your personality in my hand so that I can admire all your angles all at once. The shape your soul takes when it's silhouetted against your smile is worth more than I have words to make a comparison with. I want to ramble on about you eternally. Until my last words are uttered, by your side, the whispers of "I love you"...