How do I even begin to tell you?
Are there even the words I need?
Because you look at yourself as a mess;
You see a tired face,
And hair dyed one too many times
But my god, your eyes!
You really don't like them.
You always say that you wish they were true brown,
But they're not, not even close.
They're so dark they're almost black,
They're deep and sexy, and when I look into them,
I feel like I'm getting lost in the universe,
Because when you look back at me,
There are stars in your eyes.
I love lying there with you wrapped in my arms,
Clothed in your Beartooth croptop
While we watch Disney movies and you sing every song.
I love the moment when you realize that I'm admiring you,
And your blush deepens from one to ten in the space of seconds.
I even miss the distraction that comes from being around you.
And it amuses me to no end that every time I answer the phone,
You start kissing my neck and flustering me like crazy.
There are certain sounds that are acceptable to make while calling your father-
The ones that threaten to spill from my throat definitely don't make the list!
You came into my life and stole my heart so quickly,
It's never been this intense before.
And honestly? It's terrifying
But I love you to no end,
So do what you want with me, I'm yours.