Long sleeves hide delicate fingers

And the same hands cover her teeth when she laughs

Proudly looking down at my bare arms

Because my sweatshirt fits her better than it does me

She walks on beaches the same way that

Lightning falls to earth

Beautiful and electric

Suspended silver beaming light into the sand

Happy, baby blue plastic

Amongst other things

Covers the ground, coveting

Stellar white seashells on her toes

 

The deep, dark purple

The bags under my eyes, they

Remind me about the importance of

The promises made in my car

The prolonged looks and constant

Unmistakable hand-holding

And the way she falls asleep in the passenger seat

Sleeping Beauty doesn’t have anything on her

 

Heartbeats like quiet, melodic footsteps

Soft rhythms heard only when

Her head is cradled against my chest

When I lean over to kiss her forehead

I smell lavender and compassion

 

And each time I get a reminder

That the way I dress makes her feel safe

That she knew I needed a hug

The Sun explodes all over again

Every particle colliding into me

Turning me into a lovely supernova

Still not as bright as her eyes, but

Prouder a galaxy ever could be

 

She doesn’t like the rain

I don’t know...

I used to be indifferent until

The rain started to catch in her hair like

Diamonds spilling onto golden threads

Gems rolling off of blonde satin

I swear, she’s

The most precious thing

I’ve ever laid eyes on

So let me explain

When I say I like the rain

I’m stretching the truth like taffy

Sweet and glossy and almost neon in attitude

I really do like the rain

I just like the way it looks on her better

 

Nobody can build bridges better than her

Listening to cards slide together

Exactly how my fingers interlock

When she grabs my hand

And pulls it closer to her chest

My heartbeat shuffles

 

Because she’s magic

Every little twist of hair

Tucked perfectly out of place

Each smile radiating

From her bright eyes

She is absolutely

 

Enchanting

 

My beautiful butterfly

Wings made out of late-night phone calls

And kisses on the forehead

 

Flying up and through the clouds

Away from the ground

And into the sky

That’s where she belongs

My angel

 

I started writing this poem

The first time she fell asleep on my shoulder

And since then

I only think in verses

She’s too heartwarming to be described

In normal speech

Too beautiful for words

Too smart for sentences

So I add a little rhythm

And a lot of passion

And hope she understands

 

That she means the whole world to me

I have never felt this strongly

I hope she understands

 

That I would move the world for her

Pushing mountains into the ground so she can see the sunset

Draining oceans so her perfect toes don’t get wet through her socks

Growing forests so she can have some shade

Freezing deserts so her ice cream doesn’t melt

Stealing glaciers to keep her room from getting too warm in the summer

 

There is nothing I wouldn’t do

I love her

 

I love you