About my life, I guess

Ly

I hate describing you to people because I never get to say what I mean. And because I can't get as cheesy as I want.
Because I say that you have pretty eyes, when I want to say that you have the typical long and thick lashes of someone with deer eyes, but your eye color reminds me of dried moss, and when you don't seem like you're completely unreachable, untouchable, when your eyes turn from an icy grey to a warm green, looking into them feels like directly looking into the purest of all souls, kinda broken, kinda sad, but still filled with so much warmth and love.
Because when I say that you have nice lips, I really mean that you have the softest lips I've ever kissed, that I can't get enough of them, can't get enough of feeling them on my own lips, my skin, can't get enough of the feeling of them wrapping around my fingers while you suck on them, can't stop staring when you bite your lower lip, can't stop wishing I was kissing you when you're not with me.
Because I say you have a cute face when I want to say that you have the most perfectly shaped eyebrows, that you have an adorable nose, that the little scar under one of your eyes makes you look just a little more unique, that I am unable to explain your perfection in words, that the way you look at me reminds me of a cat sometimes, gorgeous and majestic, untamable, unpredictable, and still so close to me.
I love every inch of you, your hands with the long fingers, how warm they feel when I hold them,
Your wrists, your arms and how calming it is to have them wrapped around me,
The softness of the skin on your chest and stomach, the cute little points,
Your thighs and how comfortable it is to sit on them,
I love every little part of you.
When you laugh and smile, I feel a kind of happiness I never thought I'd feel.
When you're stressed, when you're closing yourself off from everyone else, your cold beauty reminds me of a snow storm, no one would dare to come near and still, there's something beautiful in it.
When you're calm and content, when you seem truly comfortable in a situation, being near you feels like watching a sunset during summer, warm, calming, like everything will be okay.
It's hard to describe you - and yet I always feel the urge to try and explain the most beautiful, most precious, most lovable person I've come across.
You're all I ever wished for. I don't know how I deserve you.