I keep finding myself coming back to this notepad,
hoping to write something entirely new and full of romance for you.
There just seems to be so much trouble in putting my feelings into words.
I want my emotions to bleed out onto this paper.
Ink, red, the color of the fabled string of fate-
Ours, I believe, has been discovered and intertwined.
Such a delicate thing,
What a terrifyingly beautiful thin line that we tug on.
As we take cautious steps across it, we explore our new world together.
Light brushing of cautious lips,
their corners turning upwards with the exchange of nervous laughter.
Tugging and pulling bodies closer together,
I've never felt a match more perfect than yours.
You're so beautiful, inside and out.
I could be doing absolutely nothing with you and be filled with joy.
You make me feel safe and warm-
I love spending time with you in our little home away from home.
You're my home away from home, and I wouldn't want it any other way.
I look forward to the many days we have ahead of us,
and the many wonky adventures we have in store.
Thank you for being mine,
and for letting me be yours.