The feeling of her hand running through

the hairs on my head is heavenly

Her gentle gaze and caring eyes

Sends butterflies down my spine

If only, for a moment, 

maybe, quite possibly it could be,

I could feel her arms intertwine my soft body

I’d be in complete disbelief

Because, for me, in my imperfect mind,

Being loved by someone such as her

My god, my love, the one I look up to-

It seems impossible to believe

But when her soft lips speak

And the words of affection leave her tongue

Truly, I know, she’s loves me

And forever she will, no matter what I do

For yes, I may be imperfect

But the carding of her hands over my body

Paints a new picture for me to see

One of beauty and one that’s desirable

Maybe I am not perfect,

But I am enough for the one I love

And, of that remark, that is all I could ever want

To be her’s, as she is mine, and be happy as she is in my life.