I still think my carrot hair compliments your sea eyes.
I still think your freckles are a puzzle I have yet to complete.
I still think the scars on your heart - framed and signed by me, a masterpiece created by my Picasso hands - are beautiful.
I still think your hands are meant for mine.
I still see the sunset in your smile.
I still see the thunderstorm in your eyes.
This is our forever, however long "forever" may be.