I don’t know what it is, but I feel like you’re just my type, my perfect match. You just fill the part that has been missing in me all along, you complete and compliment me in that way. You’re like the remedy to my sickness, exactly what I’ve been waiting for.
You add taste to the tasteless. You light up my world. Babe, you’re not perfect, nobody is, but you’re all that I want and need. I don’t look for perfection, but for a sweet, caring and loving heart. If you open your heart for me, I swear I can and will love you, heavily flawed as you are. I can look past all your problems and sorrows. I can take care of you, make you whole once again.
Your masculinity makes me feel safe and protected around you. When you call me “the love of your life” you make me feel a sense of belonging and ownership.
Why not go crazy with no limit or boundaries set? Let us allow this love to flow, rule our world and take the lead. Let’s not hold ourselves, but go wild, play and feel naughty and young again. Let’s just live in our world, give us a chance to dream, cos’ a life without dreams is meaningless. I know this feels like a cliché, but on the real though, I like the way you hold my hand, the way you look at me, the way you kiss my tiny sweet lips and make funny comments and remarks thereafter. The way we get lost in each other’s arms. Man, what we have is just so crazy good.