However, I found this poem about 3 months ago, and I wasn't sure what to do with it. I thought it was the most beautiful thing I'd read in a long time, and even now, I read it and find my heart touched in an amazing way.
I want to share it with all of you because I think that today, of all days, one should make themselves read a really romantic poem. :)
And PS...this poem captures my philosophy on love...which is that pasts don't matter, and true love chooses to see someone's scars as beauty instead. I adore that.
I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person
I looked at with a mouthful of forevers.
We have both known loss
like the sharp edges of a knife.
We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin.
Our love came unannounced
in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come.
I think that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness.
You will hold me like I’m hope.
Our arms will bandage
and we will press promises between us
like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets
to the salt of sweat on your skin.
I will write novels
to the scar of your nose.
I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used
trying to describe the way it feels
to have finally,
finally found you.
And I will not be afraid
of your scars.
I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.
-Clementine von Radics, "Mouthful of Forevers"
Happy Valentine's Day, all.
Let's go out and love the people around us, and let's not be afraid of their scars.
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