compromised

there are no compromises with you.
i do not cringe at the sound of your laugh:
genuine, deep and throaty.
instead it makes my soul leap with pure joy.
the small creases around your eyes are
emblazoned on my memory
along with your perfectly straight smile.
i don't find find the belts you wear overtly bourgeois,
and your taste in music,
drinks,
and writing instruments
only endears you to me more.
and i realize that even if
this cannot last,
you have taught me that
people like you really do exist,
and that i need not compromise myself
anymore.