Fully Alive

Fully alive, every time I hear you smile, I seem to be in denial of who I am, for you to be with. Even though your still beside with me, I seem to check every minute, to see if you would gather your senses and then decide to breach me. I don't know how I tricked you, to see something in me so delighting; fully alive, every time I hear you smile, you are like a child with much more wisdom, but you cry easily at timid things. But I want not to add to your sorrow, for I would wither if the pain came from me. The warmth of your hand in mine I cherish all the time, excited to feel my skin kiss your skin with a ritual greet that is so special to me. Fully alive, ever time I hear you smile; imagine my bliss, when you do more than just want my hold... Quiddative I am, for I am scared soon that I shall wake up from this dream. How I wonder of your heart to beat for mine, when It could thrive on better. You ponder at my thoughts and touch me; which makes me quiver and you laugh. Fully alive, every time I hear you smile.