Friday, August 31, 2007

I'm sorry you don't know how lovely you are...

Simple kiss on the cheek and baby, I’m blushing like crazy. Soft and crazy. I’m not one to go parading my love to others, but even without me saying it, they just know that I’m mad about you.

I'm mad about you…

It’s more than the kiss, although that made my day, (15 hours later, and it still makes me smile, something crazy) it’s more than the kiss. It’s you not finding me grotesque, it’s you being my friend, so obviously and regardless, it’s you trying to give me the kiss of the century, but holding yourself back because you know we shouldn’t.

We shouldn’t…

It’s a strand of hair left on my couch, that I know ill keep forever. It’s having you near my lap, my fingers running through your hair, close enough to smell, and realizing that we use the same shampoo. It’s you looking up at me and smiling, God, you're just so beautiful…

You’re just so beautiful…

It’s you, sitting there, looking like a baby, your cheeks filled to the brim with food, you smiling with chicken in your teeth, the smile the size of the world, the smile I cant forget, even if I wanted to. It’s you thanking me, with that soft kiss on the cheek, treating me like you’ll just never let me go. You act like I’m the best thing ever, the most beautiful girl in the history of the world. But you're it. You're the best ever. You see the best in everyone that you meet. That’s you. The love-struck wanderer who just cant see anything bad in anyone else, because you’ve got a heart of gold.

Yes, you’ve got a heart of gold…

They call you a romantic, cause that’s the only word they know that will fit. But you're more than that. Romantic sounds too bland and dry for you. Romantic sounds like, oh anyone will do. Oh, anyone is good enough. It’s all about lust and love and all the rest of it. But you, you're more than that. You're the most amazing in the world, because you’ll never allow yourself to settle for second best. Which is why sometimes I wonder what you're doing with me. I’m nothing but a love good, myself. Actually, I’m nothing without you…

All is nothing without you…

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