i love the way you say my name;
the way my name rolls on your tongue,
the little chuckle at the end,
and you would kiss me;
right on my lips when i turn to you.
i love the way you touch me;
your fingers tracing every scar
on my skin,
taking my flaws as my beauty,
and you would still call me pretty,
even i told you for the thousandth time i'm not.
i love the way you admit that you are mine;
tell me about it a million time more,
i'm never getting tired listening to it,
because you know me too well;
that i love you and i'm always yours too.
