It's the way you call my name

And it’s the way you call my name and look me in the eyes. How you strip my guard down and make the world a safe place. It’s the feeling that arouses in me the desire to have you to me.

I love when you gently touch my hand and say so much without a word, and how you know what’s bothering me even before I do.

Don’t want to miss the warmness of your kiss or the embrace of your arms.

Forgive me if I can’t tell anyone but I can’t even tell it to myself, as the perfection of it makes me fear it’s not real.