Loving All of Her

She seems as though being beautiful

is her only job,

yet it is not fading

it grows more with each passing day.

I wanted to feel her nervous system,

next to mine.

My soul would still show up,

even when my body checked out long ago.

My surrender was never weakness,

it was my devotion,

a desire,

to become one with her soul.

I would fight beside her,

to prove her wrong

whenever she feels unworthy of herself.

I would never use her weakness against her,

nor allow anyone else to do the same.

I will love her light and her darkness,

her strength, her weakness,

and her broken parts too.

To love her means loving all of her,

not only the parts

that brings me comfort and joy.

I do not want to know only her likes and dislikes,

her favorite food, drinks, clothes and perfumes.

I want to stand before her fears,

her wounds,

and still love her exactly the same.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.