I cherish your body.
I deeply, deeply cherish your body.
I cherish your dark, sultry eyes. The eyes that seem to see right through me. The eyes that see my beauty even when mine do not. The eyes that show the depth of your soul. In your eyes I can every emotion. I can see every bit of sorrow and every bit of joy; every bit of passion and every bit of anger; every bit of happiness and every bit of stress. I can see every bit of the love you have when I truly look into your eyes.
I cherish your big, strong arms. The arms that hold me up. The arms that shelter me; that make me invincible. Your arms have force fields that shield me from the outside world’s negativity and pain. Your arms act as my home.
I cherish your tough, broad hands. The hands that reach out for me during hard times. The hands that wipe my tears from my face. The hands that show me that I am not alone. When you grab my hand I know that we are in this together. I know that you are here for me. And I know that there will always be a hand to reach for and to help me up when I fall.
I cherish your enormous, generous, and kind heart. The heart that allowed for me to come into your life. The heart that showed my heart what it is like to be loved. The heart that gives me love every single day. The heart that tells your mind and your mouth exactly what to say. The heart that cares about every single person more than I could ever imagine. The heart that makes me want to be a better me, for you.
And if I am lucky enough to grow old and gray with you I will still cherish your body.
I will still cherish your dark and knowing eyes that seem to see right through me.
I will still cherish your weak, and thinning arms that hold me up and protect me.
I will still cherish your dry and wrinkly hands that show me that I am not alone.
And I will still cherish your enormous, generous and kind heart that makes me want to be a better me, for you.