You are beautiful,
Very beautiful.
Or maybe that's not the word,
I like your poise,
Your smile,
Your eyes,
The way you talk,
Your vision,
Your passion.
And sometimes I stare a lot,
Because I am shocked,
How did I find you?
How did you choose me?
In the midst of people.
I like how our eyes meet from across a room,
How my breath stills at the sight of you,
How I don't know what to say,
Even though there are words running through my head.
You are my secret,
My best secret.
Most times, you run in my mind,
Till late in the morning,
When I wish, I am waking up to you,
And just wrapping you in my arms.
I like how the little things matter to me,
How you hold my hand,
How you walk,
How you stare at me, shamelessly.
I am protective,
And I obviously want to deal with those that look at you,
For longer minutes,
But I don't.
Because I know where your heart lies.
It's with me.
It's been a while,
Just a few minutes.
And I am here,
Waiting to see you again,
Because?
I don't know,
You are just really aesthetically pleasing to look at.
I am a simp,
And I don't care.
But wouldn't you simp, if you had someone like mine?
A carefree and kind soul,
Yes, not perfect.
Absolutely stubborn and tainted,
But beautiful regardless.
Most times, like days like today,
I imagine us staring at the stars,
And talking about our future.
Palms intertwined, of course,
My heart beats so fast that I would wonder if you hear it,
And then you would show me your secrets,
The things that scare you the most,
And I would guard them with my heart.
And maybe we would do some cute-ass stuff things,
Dancing in the rain,
Then that eye-catching moment,
When our breath stills and our eyes meet,
Our feet slowly drag towards each other,
And then we kiss,
And maybe butterflies would erupt in my stomach.
I don't know?
I know I would stay up thinking about it all through the night,
I would eventually fall asleep,
With you on my mind, of course,
And I would be smiling.
