I love holding your hand
how i can feel your heart beat
in my finger tips
I love the warmth of your skin
against my ever cold body
i love kissing
at night
and in the morning
and when you leave for work
and when you're being silly
i love dancing with you
when i get home
I love being yours
I love you
I am fascinated
You are an enigma
that my scientist brain can never understand
  and my writers heart can never put into words
you are stardust
and stomach butterflies
you are the most nonsensical
and yet most vital concept in my world.
I am convinced that you are magic
and not in the silly tricks kind of way
but in the way magic existed
before people figured out science
and who's to say they are not the same
you can show me the chemicals in my brain
that make up love.
but no,
what we have is magic
because you make me notebooks
out of six pack cardboard,
you make me dance in front of strangers,
and i can't come up
with a sensible reason that you still
steal my breath just by existing.