pour toi.
pour toi.
i want to write you beautiful poems
with beautiful words,
but none of the beautiful words i think up
are anything compared to your beauty.
i want to lay my head upon your chest,
so i can listen to your heart beat.
i want to close my eyes and feel you
breathe in and out everso peacefully.
i want to lay with you,
legs entangled and
arms lazily wrapped around eachother,
as we both sleep.
i want to wake up with you at the crack of dawn.
i want to gaze at your content expression
as you're still asleep. i want to
place a light kiss to your forehead
and crawl back into your arms to go back to sleep.
i want to hold your hand and
interlock our fingers, and i want to
hold your hand when we're out
so that everybody knows that
i belong to you and you belong to me.
i want to be your favorite place to go and
i want to be your home. i want to
make you smile and make you laugh.
i want to make you feel as happy inside
as you make me feel all the time.
and let me just tell you now that
i love your eyes and your smile and
your laugh and the way you hold me
and how you hold my hand and when
you kiss me continuously and i love
the way the butterflies in my stomach
just don't stop because being with you
brings out this giddy side of me and
all i can ever think about is how
soft your touch is and how soft
your kiss is and how happy you make me.
and writing this is when i realized that
writing about you makes me about just as
happy as being with you makes me.
thank you.