I confess that when it's 3 am and you kiss me on my forehead thinking I'm asleep
           I'm not.
I confess that every time you pull me closer to you whenever you're sleeping
           I melt in-between your embrace.
I confess that every kiss that I receive from you
           is still as sweet as the first one.
I confess that every "I hate you" followed by a smirk
           is truly a hidden "I love you".
I confess that ever since you've came into my life the sun's warmth
          is nothing compared to your warm skin on mine every morning.