the blue of his eyes

the strength of his arms

aren't the half of it

it's the way he looks at me

focusing his entire ocean on my

existence

it's the way he holds me

not possessive, but protective

as I disappear into him

his voice is nothing special

but the way he speaks to me

with such sincerity is love

his lips are clumsy

but far from unpleasant

my stomach takes off

the way he smiles

just for me

priceless

with him everything is simple

when he says I love you

I almost believe

that I could be lovable