Trillions of cells that God placed perfectly;
he aligned them to make
you.

I am ever so blessed that he did.

A face that shines of ecstasy:
eyes of calm turquoise seas,
lips that voice truth and affection,
cheekbones that display true joy.
A face that I find simply lovely.

Your hands
(will hopefully)
encase mine.

Though right now,
we are plainly 'friends'.
The painful word that means
not right now, but eventually.
Oh how I do look forward to the future.

These hands are galaxies.
A metaphor of course.
To show that beyond them
there are many stars and planets.
To show that there is something beyond
this mundane clasping of palms.
To show that beyond us,
there are trillions of things that piece us together.

I hope for a future;
no matter how small or large it may be,
as long as it is filled with you and He who brought us together
(and no I'm not talking about Andrew or Kain).

I hope there is an us,
a he and she,
a you and I.