Because he is
And always will be,
For me - the best.
No one else can begin
To even understand -
The love that shines
From his brilliant eyes,
The gentleness with which
His hand caresses mine,
Against his roughened cheek,
To turn it over and kiss,
Saying nothing and everything
To me, for me, in a few signs.
I wish soon the day will come
When in front of everyone,
I'll call you "mine".
Friday, 19 September 2014
He is love.
