Sometimes I touch her face,
Sometimes I slide her hair out of place,
When we sit together,
I play with her toes and tickle her feet,
whenever we argue,
I am the first to admit my defeat,

When she cooks,
My God! she looks damn pretty,
even though the food is always a little high on salt,
I finish my plate all empty,
She is always out of words,
making conversations are not her specialty,
To keep her away from hanging the call,
I talk rubbish and make a fool out of me,

She doesn’t like surprises,
she feels everyone knows her in the city,
So I make sure to bring a red rose
and stand on the stairs of the metro station brazenly,
She gets embarrassed, she gets angry,
And the next one hour she would give me scolding tightly,

My heart sinks a little,
every time I see her go away,
Even if she talks to her friends,
I get insecure, I honestly say,
It’s true, love is not perfect, actually, it never is,
But when someone is this beautiful, I can bear it,

Sometimes I wonder if I am really in love,
Then I look at her and wonder,
“Do I really deserve a girl like her?”,
Then she looks at me and smiles,
“You know you are crazy, you are insane”
And I fall in love again…
-N2S
02052016