I try to capture you in a painting, Lovi, but there is nothing that can capture your colors.
I can't find a color that is both green and amber with just the barest hint of the perfect sparkle for when you're happy.
Nothing ever compares to you, Lovi, even if you don't believe me.
I love the shades and the hues that make you up.
I love the way that you look as a small smile pokes at your lips and the sparkles that fill your eyes up with joy.
I love watching how you talk and the way you laugh.
No one could ever describe your laugh or your voice, Lovi.
They run smooth and so beautifully delicate.
I love seeing you wake up by my side with the hint of sleepy joy on your face before you realize you are awake.
I love your broken buongiorno as you wake up further.
I love the way that you kiss me when you're really happy and the charming way you seduce me.
I love how you will tell me things that you tell no one else.
I love how close we are.
I don't think that there is a way for me to describe all that you mean to me.
I just love everything that makes you you and everything that reminds me of you.
I hope that among changing times that we can stay together.