You.
Meeting you was Christmas morning, except instead of glowing lights on a tree there was your glistening eyes staring at me.
Your eyes captivate me as if you were a street lamp, and I a mosquito.
But it was more than your eyes pulling me in.
It was your soft voice, like music it relaxed me and kept circling through my mind.
It was your warm hands, wrapped around mine, being better than any mittens found in a stocking.
It was who you are, the story within you that I so desperately desired to hear.
I was a joyful child blessed with the gift of your existence. And we did not need mistletoe to know that our lips were meant to touch and our love was destined to be shared.
Because to pull away from our kiss is like pulling your tongue from a frozen pole.
Being around you was dancing in the snow and catching snowflakes.
Letting you go is shivering from the cold and feeling ice on my fingertips.
You.
You are my most special present.
So when you give yourself to me, know that I will cherish you forever.
