Kind eyes,
Gentle hands.
A smile that could melt the ice caps,
A voice that could calm a storm.
He is my happy place.
I am not worthy of his generosity, his affection.
I am always three steps behind him, but he lifts me up and makes me feel whole again.
He is everything I have ever dreamed of, that fairytale love you wish for.
I want to linger on his pages a little longer.
Fire lives in his kiss, and he smoulders on my lips long after he has touched them.
Loving him is the most natural feeling I’ve ever had.
In his arms I blossom, and together we are wildflowers drenched in sun.
He is the type of man love songs are written about.
His purity is too good for this world, too good for me, yet I am blessed to have him as my person.
The one I will love forever and grow old with, the one I will watch the seasons change with.
He is my one,
The only one I will ever want.
Nov 21, 2021
Nov 21, 2021 at 11:35 PM UTC
Kind eyes,
Gentle hands.
A smile that could melt the ice caps,
A voice that could calm a storm.
He is my happy place.
I am not worthy of his generosity, his affection.
I am always three steps behind him, but he lifts me up and makes me feel whole again.
He is everything I have ever dreamed of, that fairytale love you wish for.
I want to linger on his pages a little longer.
Fire lives in his kiss, and he smoulders on my lips long after he has touched them.
Loving him is the most natural feeling I’ve ever had.
In his arms I blossom, and together we are wildflowers drenched in sun.
He is the type of man love songs are written about.
His purity is too good for this world, too good for me, yet I am blessed to have him as my person.
The one I will love forever and grow old with, the one I will watch the seasons change with.
He is my one,
The only one I will ever want.
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