I often find myself gazing at your fiery red hair. How it sticks up in odd places. How each lock gently brushes up against your beautiful face. How I want nothing more than to run my fingers through each lovely strand.

Your freckles are so adorably cute, each and every one. I love how they blend into your face when you blush. I love how you seem to blush so often.

You always defend me. Defend my honor and reputation. Risk your life to save mine. You are my knight in shining armor.

Your eyes. Piercing blue. When you look at me, I melt. Your strong, powerful gaze leaves me powerless, and I like it.

Any time I'm near you, I long for your lips to meet mine and never let go. God, how I wish you'd kiss me. I'm too shy to do it myself. You make me feel shy, and I like it.

But you also make me feel powerful, bold, safe, beautiful, smart, lucky to be in love. Lucky to be alive.

There is no room until you walk in. Everything lights up. Your exquisite body glows as you walk, talk, laugh, smile.

Oh, that smile. When you smile at me I ache all over. When your gorgeous brown eyes rest on me, I feel like the luckiest guy alive. Like I'm being blessed by the presence of an angel.

When I wake up in the morning, your face is the first thing I see, even if you're not there. I look forward to any chance of seeing you or hearing your melodious voice. At night, I dream of you and of kissing you.

I don't like to fight with you. But, honestly, you look the loveliest when you're passionately fighting about something. Your eyes sparkle. And I hope I never stop seeing those eyes as long as I live.

You make me feel like I'm alive. Like I've never lived before. Like I can do anything.

Your lips are becoming increasingly irresistible. I watch them when you talk, hoping they'll touch mine. Forever.