to the girl with the amber eyes,
there's not much i know i can say. but i remember the first day i met you. hopes high, energy higher, you were the only person i noticed when i walked into that room. it was as though the lights had dimmed and there was a spotlight on you. but it didn't last long. my attention shifted. the voice that always begged me to think of you was shoved to the back of my mind. i didn't think of you again.
one year later, i can't lie and say that i recognized you. something had changed. i was intrigued by the fact that the light in your eyes was gone. to this day, i don't know why. infatuation is a silly thing. the truth is, i've never been a love poet. but if i woke up tomorrow and decided to write love poetry, the first one would be about you. the truth is, if i woke up tomorrow and decided to write love poetry, i would write about how your voice alone sounds like the melodies Mozart wished he could compose. i would write about how your eyelashes curl upward like tree branches reaching for the sky on a beautiful summer day. i would write about how your touch reminds me of a tamed lion because you have the power to destroy, yet you choose to remain gentle. i would write about how your smile makes my heart beat faster than i knew was possible and your laugh makes my heart jump out of my chest and into the stars. and i would write about how in your arms is the only place i truly feel safe because you feel like home. you... you feel like home.
the truth is, i never found the courage to say this. but i knew i wanted to say something. i spent hours in my room, trying to think up where to start and where to finish and how to get from beginning to end. i never got past "hi". i never found the courage to say this so instead i told you how at first, it wasn't an infatuation. i just wanted to make you happy. so i started with the little things. it doesn't take much to make a person smile. the little things led to bigger things and somehow, you became mine. and i just want to say that i saw you in everything. i saw pieces of you around every corner and in every star and behind every word. every song became about you. i felt as though the sun was something you had built for me in your tool shed and every sunrise was just another serenade.
the truth is, i never expected to find myself saying i love you so soon. i never expected to find you in my arms or to find you wanting me just as badly as i want you. but life is unpredictable and that's just another lesson to be learned. the truth is, i've never been much of a love poet. but if i woke up tomorrow and decided to write love poetry, i would write about how my mother always told me to not let go of someone amazing after i had found them. and i found you.