this isn't a love poem

I want to hold hands with you in another life.
I don't know how to put my emotions into words when it comes to you,
But all I can say,
Is that...
They are deeper than the ocean,
They are brighter than the sun,
They are dark and romantic than the moon,
They gleam and sparkle more than the stars,
You make the intrusive thoughts bearable.
You make the dark days a little better.
You make the restless nights fun.
You make my smile brighter.
You make my laughter louder.
You bring out the best in me.
And this isn't a love poem,
Because everytime I write one,
Something bad always happens in the end.
But...I...do really love you.

a.b.