If you asked me about his eyes,
I would tell you about how they shine when he smiles
and how they look all brighten up when he's laughing.
I would tell you about the look he gets when he's happy
and how they avoid mine when he's mad.
I would tell you about how I can taste the sweetness from his eyes
when he looks at me and smiles.
I would tell you about how it hurts me to see his eyes sad.
And if you asked me about his hands,
I would tell you about how they always seem to find mine
and how their softness makes me feel calmed.
I would tell you about his arms
and how they comfort me and make me feel loved
when I feel like nothing is right.
I would tell you about the tenderness of his lips
and how I always want them up against mine.
I would tell you about his kindness, his sweetness and charm,
and how he never fails to make me laugh.
If you asked me,
I would tell you about how time spent with him never seems enough, and somehow I always end up still wanting more.
There’ll never be enough words to describe my love for him.
There’ll never be enough ways to show him how much I care.
He’s my one, my everything and my forever.
And I wouldn’t like it any other way.