You are cold at sight, but warm to the touch.
A mystery at best, deeper than I could have ever imagined.
The further I dig, the more I discover, the more real you become.
Past physical attraction is something far more beautiful,
Complexity at it's very finest.
Between every crack and imperfection is a glimpse into your reality, your own private mess of secrets.
Secrets I keep, secrets I'm trusted with.
It is beyond curiosity now, a compelling desire.
A need to know every little detail that makes you whole.
Though a boundless list of things yet to uncover, one thing I know for certain;
I love you.
