December in June

If one morning I decided to write about love,

It would be about you.

I'm not a love poet,

But words come alive when I think about you.

Your eyes radiate the most beautiful light.

Your lips are like strings.

You are music that I would play on repeat.

You are an angel sent from heaven.

In my eyes your heart is pure.

I hope to get to know you more.

With beauty like Aphrodite.

I wonder if I'll have a chance even if I'm not a Deity.

I know loving you probably feels like Christmas morning.

Calm, but always exciting.

Never too stressful but just enough.

That's probably why you felt like a present when we first met.