The Virgo and the Gemini and a Beautiful Life

This is the eleventh and final poem in the All the Ways I Love You series, written to celebrate my husband’s birthday. Today’s piece is for him—my beautiful Gemini—and for the wild, grounded, magical life we’ve built together. Opposites in so many ways, and perfect because of it. Happy birthday, my love.

You,
indecisive twin flame,
lover of things with wild enthusiasm—
then quietly forgetting them
like they were never not everything.

You,
joy pressed into the cracks of everything you touch.
Light in the corners,
light in the craters,
light in the spaces I once closed off.

You reflect.
On yourself,
on us,
on the chaos of the world
and somehow always find a clear path through.
You see things I miss.
You see me
when I disappear into the checklist.

I am the Virgo.
Sharp edges and alarm clocks.
The human embodiment of
“five minutes early is ten minutes late.”
A schedule where even my spontaneity has bullet points.
If type A was in the DSM-5,
they’d just link to my name.

And you—
you unspool me.
Like ribbon.
Like grace.
Like breath I forgot I could take.
You remind me
we don’t always have to ask permission.
That some rules were made to be rewritten
by people like us.

We are opposites.
We are balance.
A sword in perfect motion.
Precision and play.
Order and wonder.

You are not just my partner—
you are the bright laugh
that echoes through every hard day.
You are my pause
when the world goes too fast.
My motion
when I go too still.

We create.
We inspire.
We have done so much
and we are only getting started.

Happy birthday,
my beautiful Gemini.

You are
light and air and joy
in human form.
You are the best thing
that ever happened to a Virgo like me.
And together,
we’ve made something extraordinary.

A life.
A love.
A legacy.
Ours.