I am a

blue jeans

blue eyes

kind of girl.

You are a

brown leather jacket

brown eyes

kind of boy.

We both love

falling into the depths

of books.

You can’t get enough

of everything from history

to the wardrobe leading to Narnia,

but romance has never really

been your thing.

I can’t get enough

of the spark between

holding hands and eye contact

for just a little too long

in all the romantic stories.

But you tell me,

you might be able

to read it for me.

I tell you,

I can try and branch out

in what I read for you.

We seem to go together

so easily.

You didn’t flinch,

when I showed you my scars.

I didn’t shut my eyes,

when you showed me yours.

If I could count

all the ways

I love you

I would try to write it all in my poetry.

If you could count

all the ways

you love me

you would try to play it in all your songs.

But

the very thing is

there is no need to count it,

because

I just love you.

And.

You just love me.

Thats enough for the both of us.