I always wondered if she loved me. Sometimes I'm scared I will never know. Amongst all her imperfections she was always perfect to me. Her personality gleams brighter than any star or light. She is beautiful in all ways. I want her. I need her. She rejuvenates me. I feel loved more and more every word she speaks to me. When I look at her, I feel hope, hope,not sadness, not pain, not fear, but hope. It is a hope for happiness. A hope for love. I love her. Anything she would ask and i would do it for her, no questions ask, no judgement. She makes me happy. I only smile because of her. I only live for her happiness. The day my life comes to an end, I only wish she be by my side. I wish we could spend all our days in union. No one gives my life more meaning than her. I imagine us laying together in the sun. The sun kissing her white skin. Her eyes glistening as she glares into my own. She slowly leans over to me and plants a small kiss upon my lips. I reach over to her and bring her body closer to mine. She feels my warm breathe against her neck as I place kisses up along her neck slowly making my way to her lips. We love each other, and we always will. This is my beautiful insanity.
