I can see his gentle smile,
Sense the gaze that pulls me.
I can feel the pressure of his lips,
And feel, on my cheek,
The coarseness of his fingertips.
I love his milk-chocolate eyes –
Which laugh with a hidden secret.
Those eyes that tell no lies,
Reveal his fragile, careful heart,
And carry an unspoken surprise.
Soft, familiar, and unruly,
I love to run my hand
Through his wild, wind-blown hair –
Hair so dark brown, it is almost black.
I love the way it blows in the summer air.
The warmth of the sun radiating off his arms.
Oh, how I love the feel of his smooth skin,
And the contradicting callouses on his hands,
The sunlight playing off his hair,
And his child-like smile that has me at his command.
His subtle five o'clock shadow.
His rough, dark sideburns,
And sun-kissed, golden bronze complexion.
His strong, chiseled features,
And solid stance of protection.
In my dreams, I see him –
The subtle twitch in his forearm,
The way his shoulders jump when he laughs;
All his beautiful imperfections.
I love him two-fold and a half.
His deep tenor rumble of a laugh,
The way his Adam's Apple jumps,
The rapid beat of his heart,
Only make me pray the harder
That we'll never be apart.
The smile he saves just for me.
His hugs that warm my heart.
The husky way he says “I love you”.
All these reasons make me smile,
Knowing that today we'll finally say “I do”.
A Description of Love
by Veronica Dannemiller