I can say so much about those beautiful eyes, gorgeous lips, and your marvelous smile, but I can never express the way I feel about them.

It's as if your cheeks are poison ivy, I can always look at them... Yet I can never touch them.

You ARE my one, my two, my three, four, AND five. We don’t have to HOPE that we’re better than what we think because we ARE better. And I know that what I'm looking for really exist because well, I met you.