You
My Princess
My love
That’s a bit insulting if you ask me
Everyone uses those terms
They’re cliches that are overused
They’re the new iPhone
They’re Uggs
They’re saying LOL instead of just saying “Sorry Stacy, you’re not funny”
But you
You’re not everyone
And you’re definitely not a cliche
You…. are…..
You’re joy
Pure joy
A joy so pure that all you have to do is smile and people are instantly infected with happiness
Like Medusa's better sister, you turn people into light
You’re a song that gets stuck in my head and I can’t stop listening to it
You are my definition of the word perfection
Your glasses, your hair, your eyes,
Everything
You are the first person I’ve met to make me understand how home can be a person and not a place
In my dictionary next to the word beauty there is a picture of you
But not just for the how you look on the outside
But everyting you are within yourself
You bleed passion, self respect, and determination
Your intelligence is intoxicating
Never have I met someone who makes me want to learn
Simply to just have more knowledge than I did before
You say I love you
my heart swells
so much that it’s about to burst inside my chest
You hug me as if to compress it back down to its original form
We stand embracing each other until one of us decides to let go
My arms begin to unwrap themselves
at the same time tracing your waistline as I let go so I'll remember how you feel when you’re gone
You put me at a loss for words
I look at you and I feel like I’m walking into Disney World
Like I’m a kid in a candy store
I look at you and wonder why people need drugs to get high
You are my high
A high that never ends
A high that makes me feel invincible
Like I’m the luckiest person in the world
People dream their whole life to have this feeling
To find that person that makes them feel like every broken heart was worth it
That person that shows you that Billy not asking you to homecoming really wasn’t the end of the world
You are my person
My home
My cup of tea
You….. are….
joy