The blissful euphoria
That comes just from being around her,
From hugging her close,
Feeling her lips pressed to mine,
The adorable things she says.
Each day I fall deeper,
A feeling which at one point I feared,
Yet I now welcome with open arms.
Of course, the constant worries,
That I will lose her,
I will say something that rips her away from me,
She will get hurt severely,
Or that she will get in trouble.
I wish I could keep her from any and every harm,
But I know she is strong,
And can care for herself.
Still, I worry.
Not wanting to let her go,
And the despair of having to,
Or of little things like walking away,
Or of her being too far away, and something happens
And I cannot stop it, I cannot be there,
I cannot keep her from pain or fear.
Complete and utter happiness from the littlest things,
Like "I love you" and her giving me compliments
That I am trying hard now to believe.
Getting a glimpse of her in the hallways or in a classroom,
Of the moments that are just between her and I,
And no one more,
Special and beautiful and perfect,
Just like her.
One feeling, however, that you could not ask me to describe,
Is my love for her.
She is my world, my everything,
I dedicate my every move, every plan of my future,
To her, to us, to loving her,
And oh, do I love her, so intensely,
That it feels as though my heart shall burst from the dizzying happiness,
The unconditional love,
That only grows stronger,
With each passing second,
Within the smallest unit of time,
Only for one person,
One amazing, breathtakingly gorgeous girl,
One that I love with all of my heart and soul,
And every fibre of my being,
Simply and yet so complexly
Her.
