You

The softest lips I’ve ever kissed.
Of all the ways I could describe you…
Of all the things I could say…
Those are the first words which come to mind
When I think of you.

The flush on my face…
The trembling in my hands…
You have always been able to awaken a passion
That I thought unwanted…hidden…
Yet it came alive at your touch.

How could a simple touch feel so right?
How could your arms around me
Feel like the place I was meant to be,
When I have always shied away
From any signs of affection?

My heart still leaps when I see you.
The butterflies still flutter when you smile.
I still feel like all is not right in my world
When I am away from you.
I loved you then, and I love you still.

Yet what started off as a raging fire
Has cooled into a slow, white heat…
Not as shiny and bright…
But even stronger.
Ecstasy, peace, contentment

If I could have been the one to bring those to you
I would have jumped at the chance.
But if your solace lies in the arms of another
Then that is where I would wish you to be
More than anything, I want you happy.

That I would do anything for you
Is manifest.