He tells me he likes my eyes, but how can I tell him he’s the only one that’s ever seen them shine this bright,
That the light is reflecting off the light in his eyes?
How do I put into words that when he speaks, he is reading my favorite novel to me over and over again,
That I could never get tired of hearing it?
How do I express that when he laughs, butterflies erupt from the core of my being and flutter around in my stomach,
That the world just stops and admires it with me?
Because every time I try, he just