The woman i love is complicated in so many beautiful ways. 

She's just as crazy as me, if not more crazy. 

She lights up every room she walks in to and sets it on fire the moment she opens her mouth. She's fierce and doesn't even know it. As much as she thinks she's fragile and weak, I know she's not. And even when she wants to be, i want to be there to hold her gently. 

I want to be the one she comes to when ever the slightest thing makes her frown. To be the one to hold her together when her world is falling apart. To be able to wipe her tears away and make her laugh. 

And on days when she is stressed and angry, I want to make all her anger go away by making her feel good. In every ounce of her body. To see her relieved and stress free. Oh the things I'd do to her. 

She's beautiful, always has been. The perfect body, the perfect face, the perfect eyes, everything. Even when i went with her to get a pedicure, her feet are beautiful. I would rub her feet after a long day and worship every inch of her body. 

I want to lay down with her, in our bed. She would be my little spoon and we would fit perfectly. She would kiss my arm that's wrapped around her twice, and say she's never had anyone fit like I do. I'd kiss her back and her neck and go down her back and kiss every curve. Let her know how much she deserves to be loved. 

I'd cook what ever she wanted me to and bring her breakfast in bed. Even if it was 8pm, if she wanted breakfast in bed, that's what she would get. Any time. Anything she would desire, i would try to give her everything. 

We would go on family trips with my kids that would soon be hers too. And everyone will be smiles and laughter and smart ass comments.  Our children will finally be able to see what love is supposed to be. 

I won't have to cry anymore. Unless I'm happy. 

I wish I could be with her. I could go on for days.