You would actually be mad at me when I stare at you, and then I'd get my reward; that cute smile you make ((and I can only get it after you noticed that I've been staring at you))
2. You care for me, so much, that even when we're walking together, you made sure I won't accidentally hurt myself ((I noticed that you keep glancing over at me))
3. You always look for me to destress, just by squishing my arms or a hug; both will do it for you.
4. You listen to me very well; when I'm crazy mad or crazy happy or crazy sad
5. You have the ability to make my heart flutter, even with the simplest thing, for example that little peck on my forehead every now and then
6. You looked at me like I am the best thing in your life, with a smile that's never leaving your face and shining eyes
7. You noticed things that I didn't expect you to notice, like the time you wrote me a letter because I wrote letters to my ex-roommates, and you know that I only give things I'd like to receive
8. You have this hot dad *** that I likeeee, like very much. So comfortable.
9. I like it when you laugh so hard. It's not like you are out of breath or anything, but it sounds so sincere, melting my ice cold heart.
10. You are the cutest awkward guy I have ever seen.
11. You love me so easily, as if sliding down glacier or driving at a highway. Effortlessly.
12. You can love me ever so effortlessly but yet I can see you working hard to keep me happy, at all times. I see your effort trying to learn my cultural background, all the jokes you did trying to make me laugh, the food you make me eat because I haven't eaten one whole day or just whatever you could do just to make me a happy girl.
13. I like how you always try to improve when there is something I don’t like you doing. And all that effort, just to make me happy.
14. I like it when you call me beautiful that one time, like all of a sudden, I am shooked to my coreeeee
15. You cute. I love you. With all of my heart.

Don't go far off, not even for a day
Don't go far off, not even for a day,
Because I don't know how to say it - a day is long
And I will be waiting for you, as in
An empty station when the trains are
Parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then
The little drops of anguish will all run together,
The smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
Into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve
On the beach, may your eyelids never flutter
Into the empty distance. Don't LEAVE me for
A second, my dearest, because in that moment you'll
Have gone so far I'll wander mazily
Over all the earth, asking, will you
Come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine

Come with me, I said, and no one knew
where, or how my pain throbbed,
no carnations or barcaroles for me,
only a wound that love had opened.

I said it again: Come with me, as if I were dying,
and no one saw the moon that bled in my mouth
or the blood that rose into the silence.
O Love, now we can forget the star that has such thorns!

That is why when I heard your voice repeat
Come with me, it was as if you had let loose
the grief, the love, the fury of a cork-trapped wine

the geysers flooding from deep in its vault:
in my mouth I felt the taste of fire again,
of blood and carnations, of rock and scald.