I recall sitting with you on our slab of rock.
By my house next to the woods, not too long a distance we have to walk.
I take great pleasure in doing nothing but looking at the reflection of the stars in your blue eyes.
Because in yours, the stars appear so much brighter than if i were to tilt my head back to look at the sky.
My two hands would never know what it's like to hold onto any others' colder than your own.
With your touch so gentle, a euphoric peace, which before you, I had never known.
In the night I find your smile out of the corner of my eye again,
In a moment where you tell me that I'm your everything.
I hope you don't mind the words I use
To describe the thoughts I think of you.
I could've written a song
But every melody I tried was wrong
So a cliche poem I made from scratch
For a couple of hopeless romantics, the kind people tend to roll their eyes at.
I think back to the tears I lost when you placed a soft kiss over every single scar,
And I don't have to search for peace because now I know it's where you are.
