Maybe it's his voice
The way he sounds to me
Like he is an angel
sent from heaven to find me
Maybe it's his eyes
The ocean blue that they are
So captivating and free
Centuries of stories for him to tell
Maybe it's his heart
The way it seems to beat
for only me.....
How it's his, and yet my own
Maybe it's his soul
So gripping and gravitating
Like the light at the end of a dark tunnel, the light you thought you didn't need.
Maybe it's his smile
How his happiness becomes my peace...
Maybe it's his honesty
How he can tell me about his troubles
Let me in to see his scars
Release his walls he once built up so sturdily...
Only for me to knock them down....

Or maybe it's all just him
Everything adding up perfectly
To make up this incredible human being who I get to call my own.
Like pieces of a puzzle going together so easily...
Like there was never no question to why he exists
He simply does
And he's mine...
© Ashley Tulley