I don't know where to start.
    Do I start recollecting memories from my mind,
Or do I dig deep into my heart?

I guess I'll begin right here:
   Here as in when I first held you in my arms.
When I first felt your lips on mine.
   When the warmth of your hand -- even from a distance -- drew me near.

When I first held you, my love,
   My heart couldn't stop beating.
It was essentially in the nick of time,
   And I beat the clock by a landslide,
All because I got a nudge from the man up above.

When I first felt your lips,
   It was like the blood boiling through my veins,
Had rested in my soul,
  And the euphoria remained in my fingertips.

But you see, it wasn't a simple hold or kiss that drew you to me,
It was your voice.
   The same voice that comforted me at my worst,
The same voice that made me consider the choice,
The choice to love and to let love be a part of who I am.

  I don't know where to continue next.
Do I continue on with a gift,
   Or do I continue to the times you sent me a sweet text?

I'll continue on from there:
   There as in you sent me a text,
Saying good morning and that I hope I had a good day.
Oh how I love the fact that the memory of your sweet gesture never fades away.

I'll never forget,
The night I was restless because I was having issues with my mother,
  How your voice comforted me,
Without a strangle or smother.

You had asked me:
  "Is it weird that I can feel your heartbeat?"
Although my room was covered in a dark abyss,
   My whole world was in a pink abode that I didn't fail to miss.

I remember the time we stayed up talking,
  It was 2 AM and I poured out my heart.
You were crying,
I couldn't understand why.
But then you said through the phone, with a smile on your face,
"I love you."

You said it as if I were a miracle.
   Or a blessing, or something you dearly missed.
Tell me now: Do you still feel for me, like this?

I don't know where to climax.
Do I rush it into some quick tale,
   Or do I ease my mind and begin to relax?

    I'll begin here:
Here as in when you asked me to marry you.
  You had looked me in the eyes, and told me that your heart was true.

I wasn't ready,
   I wasn't prepared.
But through the laughs, you kept me steady.
  And through the tears,
As you held me, with every "I'm sorry" that came out of my mouth,
You told me: "I love you."
And I was no longer scared.

Now here comes the hardest part,
   Where I have to finish up this work of art.

I don't know exactly where this ends.

Do I want this to end?
  No. I don't.
But as all good things come, they must also end.
Except you.

So I'll end with this:
    There isn't a moment where I don't appreciate your hugs,
Or a simple, sweet kiss.

I want to be able to hold you when you're having a bad day,
   And comfort you in your worsening stay.

There isn't a moment where I don't appreciate your nose nuzzles,
Or your courage to eat Rocky Road with me.
Because I do.

I appreciate all of you.
   And this is where it begins. . .

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Dedicated to my lovely diferent_4_ever. I love you. 😘
      ~ Valerie Matthews. ❤