My Puzzle Piece

He makes me feel like home.

Like he is where I'm meant to be.

Like a finished puzzle piece,

Like a flower fully bloomed.

He makes me swoon,

I get butterflies when I think of him.
I melt in my heart thinking of him.
This boy, he makes me feel like home.
Like he is where I'm supposed to be.
I'm like a missing puzzle piece
Finally finding what's missing from me.
He is what I need and who I am.
I'm like a flower, fully bloomed.

March 11, 2013

Precious

I want rose petals on top of my covers.
Surprise chocolates hanging from my door.
I want to walk into my room to find you there,
I want to be hugged from behind without asking,
I want you to play with my hair.
I remember when you used to feed me those little sour patch bears.

I want a candle-lit, romantic dinner.
I want to watch movies while snuggling in my bed.
I just want to be silly without it going too far,
And tell you about every plot of every book I've read.
I want you to know I love Country music,
Without you making fun of their voice.
Build a house with you when we're older that blocks out inner noise.
I want our children to know of the true love we carry in our hearts.
I remember when you first kissed me, your lips lit sparks.

Though I can never get the words you said to me out of my head,
The ones that really hit my heart hard.
I want to always show you how much I truly love you,
And that my love for you will never fall apart.
I want our love to stay sweet,
Stay pure and innocent.
I want sensitive and romantic.
I want silly and precious,
Just like we promised.
Just like we said
On July 30, 2010.

March 11, 2013

It's a Love Story

Our candles are lit.

The moment sticks,

With every inch covered in rose petals.

Our room, a sacred haven of our love,

Radiates strawberry-vanilla  scents.

Smells, it smells like him, his perfect cologne.

I close my eyes and wait by the phone.

But he's home.

I see his lights beam through the windows,

Off the walls and back at me.

I see his smile as I run to the door.

There he is, my beloved Amor.

I'm wearing his work shirt,

Buttoned up like a dress on me. 

He wraps his arms around my waist,

Leaving but little space from what I see.

He tells me he's home,

And I smile, "I know."

He says, 

"The candles are lit, our moment's here,

Whisper that sweet voice in my ear.

Take me to our room,

Our sweet haven of love.

I'm dying to know what you're thinking of."

So I close my eyes and I wait for his kiss.

But he's already left my lingering lips.

I chase after him into our sweet haven.

I see his smile as I reach the door.

There he is, my charming Amor.

February 11, 2013

Sweetheart

And I saw it in his eyes,
He loved me from head to toe.
He worried of what I might know.
But here's the truth about me,
I'll never judge by what I see,
'Cause his heart is what I love.
Attractions are just extra,
His smile is worth it all,
I'll always be there for him,
Be there when he falls.
He's my Bestfriend,
The one I'll be there for 'til the end,
The boy who I'm in love with, with every breath.
He comforts me and cares for me.
And I intend to do the same.
One day, my last name is gonna changed.

February 11, 2013

Broken River

I'm here at a river,
Walking through from stone to stone.
I'm wondering how far I have left to go.
Seeing the past and present collide,
Wondering when I'll find the other side.
This is a sadness I've never known.

This is true hurt, and true pain.
Why did I choose a path of mistake?
Regret and fear breaks through my hands.
The tears shattering under a hammer's head.
I'm a river not knowing where to go.
This is a sadness I've never known.

Each step I would take,
I never knew what it would change.
I never thought the one thing I love now
Would be affected by my past bad decisions.
I'm here at a river,
Walking from stone to stone.
This is a kind of sadness I wish I'd never known.

January 26, 2013

Love Is a Mystery

Love is like unwrapping a mystery flavor,
It either works for your tastes buds, or it doesn't.
It has a sense of humor.
It prickles at your tongue.
It doesn't leave you alone.
You begin to wonder and question its flavor.
Is it what you were hoping?
Does it make you want more?
Did it make you smile or scowl?
Was it sweet or foul?

It either understands your taste or it doesn't.
Because love is like unwrapping a mystery flavor.
You don't know which one you're gonna get.
But when you do, you'll either
Love it, hate it, or be undecided.
But, out there somewhere is your perfect mystery flavor.

Mine turned out to be spicy,
Though I prefer sweet.
But sometimes sweet and spice
Turns into everything nice.

January 6, 2013

Crossed

Infinitely strong.

His heart is what I long.

His love is what I need.

I'm prepared to be of greed.

As long as we're in love,

Truly in love, I mean,

As long as we are what we need,

True love is all we should perceive.

Immeasurable love defines us.

Endlessly loving just as we promised.

Always and forever united.

Amazed and in awe at how

Perfectly our worlds collided.

We will be infinitely strong.

Constantly perfecting ourselves like a song.

Seeing all of our rights and our wrongs,

Not caring one bit about our flaws.

Because being perpetually in love 

Is the only place our hearts crossed.

January 5, 2013