He's got freckles, little orange spots adorning him like stars in the sky.
He's got gorgeous eyes, grey, brown, green. I get lost in them, look in them so long that I see my reflection.
He's got smooth skin, and soft lips, and floppy hair that's always too long.
He'll poke fun at me, and I'll say 'shut up' with a grin on my face.
I'll poke fun at him, and he'll gasp and clutch his chest in mock offense, before he cracks himself up.
He's got an amazing smile, an adorable laugh.

He says he doesn't talk much, but he talks to me for hours.
He deals with a lot of hurt, but he never dismisses mine.
He seems like a badass, but is the biggest sweetheart in the world.

He loves the sea, those sparkling blue waves, and I love the sky, with its twinkling stars and glowing moon.
Like the sea and the sky, we're two very different things, but we meet at the horizon, and that line is where we are home.