I want to tell everybody about you,
But I am not sure how my words could ever
Describe you.
You're so much more than words or
Little stories I wrote when I was a child.
I could tell them about the way I feel my
Face light up when I see you at the subway,
In your kaki jacket, face covered,
Waiting for me, with a big dumb smile.
I could tell them about you the way you love me,
Monsters, demons, ghosts and all.
The way my body fits perfectly in your arms.
The way your lips touch my soul more than
They touch my skin.
I could tell them about the way I love you,
Even when I get mad at you,
Even when you say stupid things,
Even when your dark hair's messy in the morning.
I knew you were the one I have been
Looking for, all this time,
Because, and I do not know,
I really dont, how I should put this into
Words.
You feel like my soulmate.
You feel like the poems I wrote about love,
You feel like room full of sun kind of mornings,
You feel like the first taste of food when you're hungry,
You feel like my favourite movie,
And most importantly...
You feel like warmth, and smiles, and butterflies.
You feel like future and hope, and things I never knew I could feel,
Until I felt when I met you.
But maybe I shouldn't tell them.
Maybe they should keep asking.
And I will not share a thing about you, us.
Because I want you to be for me,
Something that I know I am for you,
Happiness.
And happiness is not told, showed or heard,
Happiness is felt.
And I feel you.
