I could love your soul until you're 90 and wrinkled.
I could kiss as your fingertips and plant stars in them, then watch you paint the sky.
I could find you crying alone and I'd still think you're cute, snot and everything.
I could show you my life and where I've been, what I've seen and who I've met.
I could take a walk on your side and see you past cracks and crevices where tribulations and heart ache made their marks.
I could dip my toe into your pool of affection, then dive right.
I could swim the sea of blankets and sighs until you're begging.
I could push your buttons and then undo them on your shirt once we make up.
I could learn the curves of your mind and the twists in your thoughts, and understand what's going on inside of your head.
I could make you laugh so hard, either at my expense or maybe your own, that you cry. I promise I'll at least try.
I could hold you when it's cold and when your heart plays along.
I could support you when and where you need it- $5, a shoulder to lean on, someone to drag you to bed when you're too drunk.
I could find you in a crowded room and still think you're as beautiful as ever compared to anyone I'll ever meet.

I could be that for you, I most definitely could.