His hand in mine,
We lay on the soft green grass,
Watching the clouds,
In the shade of a big oak tree.
He looks at me like I put the clouds we're watching into the sky.
He calls me beautiful like it's my name.
He doesn't understand what this does to me.
I melt in his arms.
He melts too.
We melt together into one.
It feel as though it was meant to be.
Not him and I.
Not me and him.
Us.
Melted into each other.
Watching the clouds.
Hands intertwined.
Like it's meant to be.