For all your imperfections.
Because they are what make you, you.
For the way your laugh sounds, though you may hate it, I think it's cute.
For the way you never fail to make me smile. 
Let me hold you close and whisper sweet nothings into your ear.
So I can show you the magic behind my eyes, my imagination, my inspiration. 
So I can make you smile that beautiful smile, that's as unique as you are and as beautiful too.
So I can smell that endearing smell, fresh laundry which I so adore.
To squeeze you, just hard enough to let you know I care. 
And when I release you, wishing to hold you once again and never let go.
But knowing not to, for like all beautiful things, you are fragile. 
Wishing I could just make all that sadness go away, and knowing despite how hard I try I won't be able to, but still trying. 
Closing the door to you in my mind, I sit. To rest for a moment.
I think, if only, if only. 
And I want to scream out:
For ****'s sake, just let me love you.