You honestly don’t need to write a single word about me.
The way you look at me is enough.
Your smile reflected in those chocolate eyes of our perfect tiny child is brighter than the damn sun.
The taste of your lips, the smell of your skin, the perfect little crook I can nuzzle my head in is the only home I’ll ever need.
I don’t care what anyone sees,
I know in that deepest part of my soul that you are the only person I care about, will ever care about, who will ever truly know me.
Words are flowers wilting in vases, chocolates in crinkly plastic wrappers, a 14k gold band embedded with flawless shining diamonds –
Nice, but ultimately pointless, because they could never truly compare to loving you.