There is no rhyme or no reason,
just you and I right now.
Twenty six letters - thousands of words,
and none of them even begin to describe how I feel for you.
You know me, and you know where to find me,
in the spaces between words,
in between the lines; the little places.
And I know where to find you,
in between breathy words and in all the flowers I pass by.
I like to stay small; compact; invisible.
And you, to me, you're bright; visible; eye-catching.
Every time I look at you, it's like the very first.
And I'd like my breath back, please.
So many words I could use, but they don't paint your picture.
You're my sunshine on a cloudy day.
Your voice simply keeps me on edge.
Your hands are like magic as they travel my body.
I don't know what I would do without you.
You've been my starry-eyed boy for days.
For weeks.
Months.
Years.
No one has replaced you; it's you - it's always been you.
And please don't mind when I grab your hand,
or look into your eyes, or curl into you.
You comfort me.
You make me the happiest I've ever been.
Your smile makes my heart ache.
Your hands make my head race.
Your eyes, your **** eyes, make me crazy.
I could go on about you.
For hours.
Days.
About how your eyes are the colour of the ocean at midday.
Or the way your arms tighten around me so I don't go.
Or how your hand automatically finds mine.
I could go on about how in a crowded place,
you're the first person I look for.
Or how when something smells faintly of you,
I feel an aching pain when I realize you're not around.
But there's not enough words,
not enough time,
to express my love for you.
So I'll try my best to show you everyday that you're loved,
that you're appreciated,
that I wouldn't rather have anyone else but you.