I Promised You This

I love the way her quiet hands always seem to rouse a feeling of intensity deep inside. How strong the sensation can be when against my body. I love the how heartening they are when I feel so misplaced. And how infantile they feel even though calloused Greatly through her trying life. I love the way her eyes gaze at me. The way they bypass sheepish smiles and timid looks And see what I really wish for her to see. I love how a single look ignites a feeling in me that boils my soul and melts away the layers like chocolate in the sun. I love the way her fair lips sneak across her teeth. The way they coil in to this ideal smile that always seems to cause the same outcome in me. I love when she just barely tastes them while she’s thinking and how they burn when she tenderly places them on my remains. I admire how they can say so much with out moving and with a simple flick can entice so much commotion at once. I love it when I hear thump-thump and how it propels her passion for this existence. I love how no one person gets the same version of her, and how it always makes every day unique. I can even love the childish way it makes her mature which always appears to make her cry. I love the way I don’t feel good enough for her some times, but she always tells me Im perfect. I love how she makes me cry cause it never bittersweet and always ends in a smile. I love how angry she makes me and how she just blows it off in a joke that we both laugh at later. In the end I promised you this. Its not done its not perfect but its for you. Its my heart. Its everything I love about you, Its my promise to always fall in love with you every day And love you always.