To The One Who Gives Me Butterflies—and So Much More...
I like the way you made me feel special,
the way you see me as someone worthy of you.
I like your way of talking to me
on the phone and tell me stories of your own.
I like the way your eyes meet mine,
telling me that every ounce of me is worth lovin’.
I like how you ask about my family
and mess up with my friends,
for they feel that with you—
they are welcome.
I love to hear you laugh
even more when you tease me
with your naughty ideas.
I love to see you mad
each time I made a mistake—
the way your brows meet in the middle,
showing fire in your eyes that awakens my soul.
I love the way you watch me
with your half-smile—
telling me that all I do amuses you.
I love the way your eyes linger
and your mouth on my ears—
whispering words that give me butterflies.
I love how you made me feel sick
whenever your lips meet mine.
I love being with you—
because somehow it brings me
closer to heaven and to GOD.
I love what my heart is telling me—
—that I am loving the person inside of you.
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