She made me love her,
not out of any conscious act,
but by the silent ones.
The way her eyes glisten in sunlight,
or the way she says my name.
What I would give, to fall asleep next to her
for an eternity.
And to be the thing she woke up to.
To kiss her lips in the morning,
and to kiss
every other inch of her skin at night.
To lay her down, and to know she is mine,
would be something out of a fairy tale.
She truly is perfect,
I’ve known it for a long time,
and I really hope others do too.
Because I know she will never be mine,
and I will accept that,
but only if I know she is loved,
loved, the way I love her.