You are the passion, the kiss of life in my existence. You are the breath to wake up my lungs and absorb all that’s to take in from the life outside of us. You are the skeleton, the body of my soul. You are her, the one that I’ve waited to meet after all of this time. I raise my glass in honor of your beauty. You undress every fiber of hurt into a gown made of diamonds. You are you, and nothing is more beautiful than that.
Nadine Sawalha














