Misunderstood

I don't quite understand exactly how it works but the person who most makes me feel all those beautiful things authors artistically arrange into poetry, also leaves me at a loss for words.

  Talking in circles seems inevitable and for once I can't find words to describe exactly what is occurring in my thought process. It's wonderful to wake up to him, phenomenal to fall asleep with him and oh so lovely every minute in between.

 He swears I'm crazy but his eyes are gold and I love the way they look at me. Every time I genuinely express myself I sound like I'm aiming to be cliche yet on the contrary he just happens to make me feel indescribable which is as astounding as the fact that he makes me FEEL.

Thankful describes me best and thank you sums it up . Someday I'll have to thank his mother because a man like him doesn't just come about. She invested as much time into producing as I plan on investing on nourishing.

All seems attainable, with him, all is in reach.