The Little Things

Sir, shall I activate the flight and fight response?

I don't think I want you to

I am not sure there would be any need for that

I have never been more sure what to do

I just hope not to mess it up or leave it unwritten in my draft

How does she stand out though?

It is in the morning messages, resonating with my existence

In the selfies she sends without me having to ask for it

Willing to show her radiant beauty, a gift within its own essence

There is something in how she writes my name, I always feel it

It is the depth of everywhere discussion we have

A synchronized view in things I hold at my core

It is in the way my heart jumped when I felt heard her voice

A feeling I haven't familiarized myself with, for as long as I can remember

It is in how she thinks the world of me

She sees me through a lens I can't seem to comprehend

It's in the little plans she cooks up, dish I am eager to dig into

It's in how I feel about myself when I am around her

It is act of patience because of the worth dripping off of her

Something about affections and yearning

It hits you when you are fighting against it the most

That's how she met me, even though I can't remember how we met

It is in her goodnight messages

Insomnia on longer visits

Nightmares have become dreams

I worked on filing the void in my heart but she vessels it up

So is she the one, Sir?

Time would make it clear

Love would appear

Rings to wear

Bedtime stories to share