More to Love than Luxury
I could really spend all day with you.
Doing nothing, yet doing everything.
I don’t mind not having anything, because I have you.
To me, that is the world
He spoils me with the best, He takes me all around the city;
But I could only look forward to the luxury.
Luxury, the one I longed for.
Luxury, the one I later realized to be inconsequential.
Most nights, I lay on my bed,
Thinking, Wondering, Soliloquizing,
The difference in the amount of joy I derive with You and with Him.
I could only imagine, and I realize it is that which should not even be compared.
It is glaring.
Luxury, the one I soon realized, comes naturally.
Luxury, the one I understood to be what you think it to be.
Luxury, the one I understood to be what you make of it.
My love, life only makes sense with you.
With you, I have made sense of love.
With you, I am capable of expressing how I feel.
You are an extension of myself.
Isn’t that phenomenal?
You are my Luxury.
My Essential Luxury.