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.