Beautifully put! ❤ ❤
I’m not one to write love poems, but he makes me want to be a rebel.
All the ways he manages to make even the most serious moments funny,
I’m learning to trust him even though half the time he is just “pulling my leg”.
I never imagined someone could make me smile while tears were rolling down my cheeks.
It’s evident there is hesitation based on previous chapters in our lives,
But however much I try to hide my intense emotions,
Many days I end up overwhelming him with excessive mushiness over the phone.
There’s a deep desire to stay in his arms. When I’m around him
My senses are heightened and ‘nervous’ becomes my middle name.
I anticipate every kiss even when many of them don’t materialize.
Guilty of never believing in butterflies, there’s no denying the way my body reacts to his.
When his lips glide over mine…
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