soft.
You know you're in love when:
she is the reason that roses smell sweeter
leaves, snowflakes, rain, and petals aren't the only things that fall
now you also trip over the deep brown, contorted roots
of her hair
the way her eyes sparkle when she smiles
stays with you all day long
3 am phone calls aren't bothersome
but instead, are welcomed
gum wrapper hearts are no longer cheap tricks
rowdy high school bus rides are suddenly calm the second she sits next to you
her laughter is classical piano
graceful and comforting
wide hazel eyes are forests of winding paths and mythical creatures whispering, calling you in
begging you to get lost in them
and I wouldn't rather anything else