That boy.

The look he gives,

The light he brings,

The smile he wears,

The joy he creates.

I'm drawn to him,

Like a moth to a flame.

His encompassing arms are my heaven.

His lips on mine bring me joy,

And every breath he takes fills me to the brim with happiness.

When his eyes stare back into mine,

My heart skips a beat.

The world fades and he becomes my everything.

Heaven itself is not so perfect as he.

They say I'm too young to know love.

They say it will never last.

But in my heart I know this is real.

That boy is my forever, and someday he will be my husband.