My heart aches for you, my dear,
Not just for your amazingly cute appearance,
Or your skater/rocker style.
And not just for that wonderful smile.
Not for the way your lips feel like they're meant for mine,
Or the way that when you laugh,
Your eyes seem to shine.
My heart aches for your conversation,
And your awkward teenage stance,
The way I can catch you looking at me,
With that oh-so-slight sideways glance.
You're my dreamer,
My writer,
My drummer,
And my zombie-fighter.
I love you,
Every bit of you,
And together, we'll set this love on fire.