I love the way you smell—

intoxicating,

soft and warm,

like home wrapped in mystery.

It clings to my memory,

pulling me back

to you.

Your touch—

gentle,

like whispers on skin.

The way your fingers

trace my cheeks

makes me wonder

how something so quiet

can awaken so much.

Your kiss—

I still feel it.

The way our lips met,

soft and certain,

left a fire

I carry still.

I touch my lips

and remember—

you were here.

And your eyes—

how they see me.

Really see me.

The way they hold me

without speaking,

the way light dances in them

like secrets I never want to forget.

When I look at you,

I see everything

I’ve ever needed.

I love the way you look,

the way you smell,

the way you touch,

the way you love.

I love

everything

of you.