You wash 

the grit and grime 

from my heart.

Every kiss, 

every hug is like 

soap upon my soul.

You exemplify 

the traits 

that have been lost to us.

The traits 

that have been lost, 

through time.

Lips 

that are worth 

Kingdoms, 

eyes 

worthy of 

treasure.

A heart 

that could rival the 

purest of people.

Kings have killed for less.

Finding love is a 

dream come true.

But here, 

in this shower,

on the floor in tears, 

my heart 

is weak from years of 

being torn and ripped apart.

Weak, 

because past relationships 

had promise and 

fell short,

They offered true love,

but gave true heartbreak.

Here and now, 

being held in your arms.

I can understand why 

Mark Antony 

traded Rome for 

one woman.

It's like... 

What do the kids say? Ah yes

"I will love you, to the moon and back."