It feels better with you,
Even the air smells different,
A cliche I can't help but say..
"You really look like a princess"
My sweet sweet princess.

Should we talk about the nights,
Remember how we let the moon entertain,
Shining our 32,
Trying different cuddling positions,
As our hands clutched in silence.

Peace, that's what I felt,
When i touched you,
I felt the inside of you,
Your heart and lungs,
Your breath on my chest, it's heavenly.

How do you do it,
How do you make a poet lose expression,
How do you melt ice with your gaze,
I struggle to find the words,
Words of how you make me feel.

© Emerald pen