Why do
i love her?
The way she grinned at me when i took a glimpse at her beauty.
The way she batted her lashes at me in innocence.
And that way she looked at me-like i was the only person in the
world.
The way the bow of her lips curve when the end of her plump lips
raise into a smile.
The way her laugh exploded like a thousand fireworks and how great
it sounded.
The way she tucked the fallen strands of her dark hair.
The way her voice could never be a cacophony to my ears.
The way she talks to me and she is so wonderful. The way she was
the definition of beautiful
and lovely and every single kind of word in the
dictionary.
The way she unknowingly always tried to fix me, and guess what?
She did.
Why
do i love him?
It's his wooden curls that ruffle with its lightened lace of
brown and gold.
It's his eyes and how i can never desipher whether i should
compare them to the skies,
the stars, the ocean, or the Earth.
Either way, they are constantly full of fluourescents that blind
me whenever he glimpses at me.
It's his pompous grin that flashes a reflecton of happiness
and mirrors
all of the clated emotions that have been missing from me all
this time.
It's his voice, and the way it speaks.
It's how he uses it that makes me so delighted and it's
the way
he'll always be more vivacious in one day than i ever could
be in one year.
It's the way he laughs and how he chuckles and how he makes
me squeal and giggle
and how he often threatened to tickle my sides if i didn't
hug him.
It's the way he looks at me, and how i wonder if other people
wish they could be looked at like that.
It's how he constantly questions for me to be so enveloped in
his arms
and how he is always, always, always looking at me with those
dumb brown eyes and how he makes me
fall into unknown, uncharted, and unwanted territory between my
heart's yes and my mind's no.
It's how he makes me go absolutely crazy over everything he
does.
It's how his tounge and its uses are both poison and wine to
my heart.
But you know what?
I'm willing to drink both.
