to whom I love

to whom I love, my beloved, 
I shall rest my head on
her shoulder and find
symphonies in her breath.

to whom I love, my beloved, 
I shall glorify the life in
her eyes only if I wasn't
blind to colours that exist.

to whom I love, my beloved, 
I shall softly touch her hands
when the world sings anthems
of the eventual love we fall in.

to whom I love, my beloved, 
I shall look at her like a bird
looks at a sunset and feels
comforted enough to go home. 

to whom I love, my beloved, 
I shall sit close to her and
whisper my giggles as if
I've never been in glee.

to whom I love, my beloved, 
I shall talk to her and make
conversations about how to
love and love her the same way.

to whom I love, my beloved, 
I shall sing songs on trails
I've never been on and listen
to the sound of her soul.

to whom I love, my beloved, 
I shall not reply when she asks
about the one I love because
she answers the question.

the whom I love, my beloved, is you.