If you asked me about his eyes, I would tell you about how they shine when he smiles and how they look all brighten up when he's laughing. I would tell you about the look he gets when he's happy and how they avoid mine when he's mad.
I would tell you about how I can taste the sweetness from his eyes when he looks at me and smiles. I would tell you about how it hurts me to see his eyes sad.
And if you asked me about his hands, I would tell you about how they always seem to find mine and how their softness makes me feel calmed.
I would tell you about his arms and how they comfort me and make me feel loved when I feel like nothing is right.
I would tell you about the tenderness of his lips and how I always want them up against mine. I would tell you about his kindness, his sweetness and charm, and how he never fails to make me laugh.
If you asked me, I would tell you about how time spent with him never seems enough, and somehow I always end up still wanting more.
There’ll never be enough words to describe my love for him. There’ll never be enough ways to show him how much I care. He’s my one, my everything and my forever. And I wouldn’t like it any other way.