Eucastastrophe.
You are my euphoria.
You are my sudden joyous turn.
You are the opposition ending the couplet in Shakespeare.
You are the happy ending to the fairy tale.
You destroy me from within.
When all joy seems to be lost, you find me.
You grant me beauteous hope.
You light a fire in me.
You have burned me down and I am built back up.
I babble in tongues for you.
I am overwrought and emote arrows of hearts.
I flail in my fear and shake in my desperation.
And then.
You see me.
You show me the beauty of the story.
A narrative I thought I wrote alone.
For I have written my own dark ending so long ago, that I forgot.
Happily ever after is possible.
With you.
I can glimpse the underlying truth.
I am in awe of you.
Of us.
Of alchemy and passion and love songs.
You wield the sight of angels.
You see me.
I cannot lie.
I have tried.
I need to be truthful in all things.
I need to be passion.
I need to be fire for you.
You encompass me.
I will slay dragons for you.
You are the impossible problem overcome.
You resolve me.
You are the joy that brings tears.
You are the laughter after terrible adventures.
You.
Yes.
You.
Love.
Are my everything.
Auntiebubba 