in the month of february

the month of february brought me a gift.

'i don't shake hands, i give hugs'these were your first words to me before you looked into my eyes and stole my future.

i now spend every waking moment with you, listening, watching, liking, feeling, ... you...you're simple.
you make your bed.
you wash the dishes.
you read,
you write,
you study,
you concentrate.

you're principled.
you're the right guy.
you're hilarious,
you make me laugh until my sides ache,
my cheeks hurt and my eyes tear,
you're sweet,
above the means of sweetness.

you leave me with light memories of smiles and laughter.
you add colour to the dull days by talking to me.
i'm fascinated by your stories and you're ability to always keep me in awe.

your touch feels like luke warm water...safe.
your kisses are always a series of emotion in sequence...
soft,
sweet,
kind,
warm,
romantic,
harder,
urgent,
sexy,
lovely...

you added the colours of passion to the month of february with the melodical rhythm of your breathing when you fall asleep...

when we sleep you hold me,
without me having to ask,
you have never given me your back.

we never speak of love,
lust isn't an option,
fantasy is destructive and insulting when i speak of how you make me feel.

your first words to me,
i will never forget,
'i don't shake hands, i give hugs'in the month of february

your favourite word,
'baby'
my favourite person,
you.
you and me,
a celebration of first times.
you and I,
an indication that something better arrives with a smile.

us, the best sentence i've ever heard spoken.