I want to drive a million miles and bring you home, where you belong.  
I am patiently composed on the outside, but inside of myself?  

Oh!

I am a squirming mess of,
'Please, God, can we begin the forever part now?'

Do you see how you move inside of me?  
Are you quite certain that you can tackle this poet's heart?

I am a mess, and well aware of who you are.

You are cotton candy, spun so light and sweetly;
It doesn't matter to me one bit if you are pink, or blue.
You are sweet things written into the air.
  
I want to **** you into my mouth,
Inhaling your beauty into my lungs.

You are cotton candy,
So light and delicate,
So ready to melt upon my tongue.