I wish I was a thunderstorm, because then I would beautiful.
You say that I am already a thunderstorm that is brewing in the morning.
“Your eyes are the booming thunder and your mind is the hazardous storm.”

I wish I was an intricate painting, because then people would notice me.
You tell me that I am the one and only thing you will ever look at.
“I notice everything. You’re quirky smile and how you bite your lips.”

I wish I was a smooth talker, because then I would know exactly what to say.
You reassure me that hearing me say any single word is just enough for you.
“I love when you stutter silently, searching for the appropriate thing to state.”

I wish I wasn’t a secretive jaguar, because then you would know more about me.
You declare that you know everything about me, just from my expressions.
“The way you move your hands, the way you say Hello. I know everything.”

I wish I wasn’t a klutz, because then you wouldn’t have to pick me up constantly.”
You advise me that you like to hold my hips and pull my figure close to yours.
“I love when you fall, because to feel your clumsy, flushed skin is heaven to me.”

I wish I wasn’t a train wreck, because then you wouldn’t have to worry so much.
You whisper in my ear that you’ll worry no matter what, it’s your job and you like it.
“I’ll worry endlessly, because I do not want you to let me go anytime in the future.”