Well, my man...he is not what you call Mr. Perfect. He is not that virile, gallant or debonair. Yet, in spite of all of that, to me he is perfect. Everything about him is perfect. From the tip of his nose down to his toes. He is everything to me and more.
He is the one gravitational force that controls my earth, my high tide and low tide of nature, my emotional gauge. He rocks my world! He is the epicenter of my universe, my meaning of life, the very essence of my existence, the one sole path I want to travel.
My earth revolves around him. He is my moon, my sun, my stars, my salt to my pepper, my ying to my yang, my shadow, my black to my white, my paper to my pen...I don't think there would be me without him.
Sometimes I'm afraid because I love him so much. That I would love him too much and there won't be enough love for myself. But every time I look at him, every time he pulls me near...I know he would return some of it, that he won't overflow with my love and share some of the love between us so it would be even and just right.
The fact that I love him as necessary as breathing. From now on and forever, I want to see his face the moment I wake up...I want him to be the last face I see when I close my eyes.
The only body I want next to me is yours. In the end, I want to be enveloped in your love, I want to sink into your warmth. That there's no place I would rather be, than to be with you.
I love you...