I don't want to write another cheesy love poem.
But that's how you make me feel.
I get butterflies when your hand so much as brushes mine.
With every kiss, my breath escapes my chest.
We are the only two people in the world.
I live for the way your eyes light up when you're excited
When we're together, the thought of you leaving makes me I miss you
When I'm with you, my worries melt away and I, for what seems like the first time, feel safe.
This is not a love poem
Even though I love you more and more everyday
This is a true poem
This is an honest poem
This is your poem.