I could write a hundred things
Detailing how much I love you.
How I love the cheeky grin you get
All the way up to your soft, almond eyes,
When you catch me staring,
And the dimples under peach fuzz
That invite my kiss.

I could relay a thousand cliches
Describing what we have-
Like how you were made for me-
They must’ve been written for us.
How when I’m with you, everything else fades away,
Past and present, all I see is you.
The world is ours.

But you, my dear, you notice everything.
Like my favourite things about Autumn,
And the places, deep in the countryside, I like to go to escape.
When you’re in the driver’s seat,
Singing me the songs your dad showed you when you were younger,
Life is content.
I can’t believe my luck.

I could try a million ways to express
How much you mean to me,
But words cannot suffice.
The mere poetry and prose I adore so, won't compare.
So just lay with me.
Hold me in your arms.
Listen and feel the secrets beating in my heart.

Je t’aime, te quiero,
I love you.