The ultimate romance--
he sweeps me off my feet,
his love so tangible I can feel it pour through me,
reaching into the depths of my soul,
warming every single part of my being.
I shake with joy and excitement
as I see him or sense his presence nearing mine.
He showers me with gifts at every chance,
completely undeserved.
He cherishes me with every breath,
longing to spend every second with me.
In every action he's gentle,
always understanding, and wanting the best for me.
Yet he's jealous of my heart,
yearning to possess it in its whole.
He would never try to take it from me,
but waits patiently for me to present it of my own accord.
He is always ready to forgive when I make selfish choices
that hurt him,
never letting them ruin our relationship,
forgetting without fail every mistake I make.
He watches every sunset and sunrise with me,
taking joy in my delight.
We point out the stars together--
he's a master--he can tell me all their names.
Best of all, he loves me for who I am.
He knows I can be better than I am,
but loves me where I'm at.
Yes, I believe in true love.
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