he bears scars and
band-aids on his heart
he does not show them
to the moon or stars
for he is afraid
of what they will think
but he does not know
that he is in fact
walking art

sunlight from the window
dances around us
my fingers play our song
on your chest
tracing small hearts
across your back
drowning in those
twinkling stars for eyes
wrapped in your embrace
makes me happy
for the lovely silence
that brings us closer
tell me i’m yours
and my soft kisses will
let you know that
you’re also my valentine

your laughter is my favorite song,
a honey sweet tune that i can listen to
and never get tired of, no matter how long.
my favorite place is next to you,
our shy hands clasped and bright eyes locked
as the tender morning turns into a lazy afternoon.
you have become my favorite work of art,
a creation that is too good to be true
if the world is a museum made for my heart.

being around you feels just like a movie,
and i am the entranced spectator
watching as the frames zoom in closely,
my desperate eyes trying to capture
moments where you unknowingly cause butterflies
and gardens to bloom from within me.
each time your fingers tightly grasp mine,
i want to replay that heart-stopping scene
for the feelings of dizzying euphoria
to endlessly run through my veins,
much like what people want more of
once a breathtaking movie comes to an end.
i know that whenever i am with you,
forever does not seem like a long time,
and if this wonderful movie starring only us two
continues into the lovely night, i would not mind.

when i hear that one pretty song play
when i pass by my favorite kind of flowers
when i read books and come across your name
i’m suddenly reminded of your laughter
and that sweet bubblegum smile
you often waltz into my daydreams
and before you leave i wish for more time
just thoughts of you bring me peace
when i look up at the warm golden sky
when i find myself slowly falling asleep
when i can’t help you being on my mind

this waiting summer is special
for romantic dreamers like me and you
blossoming feelings made true
in the longing sincerity of little
exchanges through heartfelt poems
that hold many unspoken words
in the way that we secretly yearn
for each other when left alone
quiet days and evenings might pass
but delightful midnight calls between us
reminds me that you are my summer crush
and how i adore you to the moon and back

perfection has a heartbeat
it has rosy cheeks
tempting plump lips
that could make me sin
perfection has a heaven-sent smile
it has eyes that drive me wild
hershey colored locks
sweet-smelling and soft
perfection has a name
perfection is you