With their freckles and flaws,
Their lips and love.
Your fingers and fights,
Heavy breathing and bites.
Beautiful Stories and ***,
The emotions and Ex.
Colors and Cuddles,
Raw coffee and riddles.
Partially finished, futile departures.
Some unfinished, untold closures.
And even though I, who has never been in love, I feel like I understand it, because you paint them and their stories, prettier than they could be.