Tangible Love

He said,

"I love everything about you,"

"Even your lips,"

But according to him,

I should love his lips,

His forehead that leaned against mine,

And his hand that rested on the back of my head.

I should love his voice,

His breath,

His eyes,

And even his heart.

So it's not just everything,

It's everything that creates us.

So I asked him,

"Do you know what makes me melt every time I think about all of that?"

The fact that all of that happens,

When I'm on his mind,

And the feeling is mutual.


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