Vacation in life

How you breathe I have memorized, how you sleep, I count the moments in time, feeling you close to me is the only home I will ever know.

Poems about love always rely on the comfort of cliche but the cliches hold grounds.

I think without you my rivers would dry up, the sun would stay low in the sky and the morning will never rise. Intertwined souls dancing forever in a stream of moonlight, fused together by the thoughts of time slowly passing by with you, a vacation forever in life.