he makes me smile
the way hid dimples
indent on either cheek
the way his smile
extends from ear to ear
the sparkles that shine
through his emerald eyes
the way his nostrils
flare when he's angry
the way his laugh
effects those around him
the way he whispers
“i love you” into
my hair when he thinks
i’m asleep, the warmth
of his breath against my skin
while his lips are pressed
against my dimpled cheek
i love the way he make
me feel, when i’m sad
it's as if he picks up all my broken
pieces and melds them back together
i love the way he pulls silly faces
in attempt to make me laugh
but most importantly,
i love who i am when
i’m with him
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