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How do i love you this much?
What is it that you say,
your words lay warm on my breast.
Your words always on my mind, with my step, with my wake.
When i hear someone tell a story, i tell a story of us.
The only one worth telling.
Is it the way you stand, or sit, or sleep. What you eat, how you smell.
What you say, what you like. Your shower, your laundry.
Your manner is hard to grasp, ever changing, but i have never understood someone so fully.
Someone who understands me is hard to come by, and i will always be here. That is one thing i know for sure. Always stay on this mountain in love with you.
I think i see you all the time. A glimpse of your car, your smile.
Make my day.
I know you miss me when you are annoying, and i know your frustrated when you answer me quickly. You dont often say the things you mean, as if putting on a show. I can see you on a stage, manipulating your audience. You leave everyone wanting more of you.
I am honored to be in your presence. Tip toeing in our happpiness. We never upset eachother. We argue over science, and whats for dinner. The best kind of arguements that end with a rough and tumble on the floor, scaring the cat, making me laugh.
I've never had a bad day with you. A realization that i am just now coming upon. Even in the worst of situations i am excited that you are by me, watching me.
No one realizes how perfect you are. Something you once said to me, that i will reciprocate. I dont remember the inflections in your voice or the time of day when we realized our love, or when we first made love, or what i was wearing when we first met, but i remember where we were, where we were going, and what we smelled like. I feel so incredibly comfortable with you its as if weve been childhood friends, but our first memeories dont feel past me.
I can visualize your past as if im the silent observer, shaping what you will be as a man. I can see your slow progression, the things you've done, said, and read, more vivid for me than you. What i always wanted, a love that is never shallow on either end.
What is it that you say,
your words lay warm on my breast.
Your words always on my mind, with my step, with my wake.
When i hear someone tell a story, i tell a story of us.
The only one worth telling.
Is it the way you stand, or sit, or sleep. What you eat, how you smell.
What you say, what you like. Your shower, your laundry.
Your manner is hard to grasp, ever changing, but i have never understood someone so fully.
Someone who understands me is hard to come by, and i will always be here. That is one thing i know for sure. Always stay on this mountain in love with you.
I think i see you all the time. A glimpse of your car, your smile.
Make my day.
I know you miss me when you are annoying, and i know your frustrated when you answer me quickly. You dont often say the things you mean, as if putting on a show. I can see you on a stage, manipulating your audience. You leave everyone wanting more of you.
I am honored to be in your presence. Tip toeing in our happpiness. We never upset eachother. We argue over science, and whats for dinner. The best kind of arguements that end with a rough and tumble on the floor, scaring the cat, making me laugh.
I've never had a bad day with you. A realization that i am just now coming upon. Even in the worst of situations i am excited that you are by me, watching me.
No one realizes how perfect you are. Something you once said to me, that i will reciprocate. I dont remember the inflections in your voice or the time of day when we realized our love, or when we first made love, or what i was wearing when we first met, but i remember where we were, where we were going, and what we smelled like. I feel so incredibly comfortable with you its as if weve been childhood friends, but our first memeories dont feel past me.
I can visualize your past as if im the silent observer, shaping what you will be as a man. I can see your slow progression, the things you've done, said, and read, more vivid for me than you. What i always wanted, a love that is never shallow on either end.