Never-ending love and a window to your soul

Every part of you is a mystery to me. Every inch of your body, a riddle I can’t wait to solve, a maze I can’t wait to find my way through.
Intrigued doesn’t describe what I am about you, it only covers a part of it.

Around you I’m never bored, perhaps without visible activity, but never bored. I can sit next to you and not say a word, just studying you and every word you utter. The way your lips and your eyes move when you say them, the way your eyes occasionally sparkle when you talk about certain topics. The way your cheeks slowly move to the rhythm of your mouth and words. And that’s just the beginning.

When somebody asks what I did today and I say I hung out it with you, they ask me if that’s all I did. But they don’t know that hanging out with you means so many things. It takes up all the energy I have, to try to grasp you completely and to not create an image of you that sells you, or any part of you short. There aren’t enough hours in a day to do what your presence makes me do. It’s like, it takes me over, it drenches me in attention and intrigue for you.

* just a little something I wrote a long tome ago