I remember when your name was just any other.
Just a collection of hollow sounds that rolled off the tongue.
Or insignificant letters on a page.
It’s a common name.
Shared by many.
But it’s not their name.
It’s yours.
It’s become everything to me.
It has become beautiful beyond belief.
It is my whole world encapsulated into a few letters.
Enveloping me in bliss every time it is uttered.
My heart skipping a beat when I see it written on a page.
It’s beautiful, It’s graceful.
All because its yours.