Will

Will--
He has curly blonde hair in which I love to run my hands through,
Shiny eyes the color of the ocean blue,
They used to speak to me words of love and care,
Now they I can't see through them, it's a glassy stare
His lips are perfect, soft, not too thin, not too thick,
I used to love to gaze at them forever and then to kiss

His smile--
Ah, how that made me glow inside
His teeth weren't perfect but there my tongue went to go glide
I can still feel them now, my tongue on them making a dance,
But now it's as if he won't give them a second chance
That one time he put his lips to my neck,
Going down, peck, peck, peck
I glowed inside again
The sparks I felt, the fireworks show, the journey he was taking me on,
Made me weak, but I could go on and on

His hands--
So big, so strong,
I used to love to trace the lines on their palms,
I felt protected, secure
I felt that my heart was cured
He used to use them to caress me,
Brush his hand behind my ear,
Or stroke my leg to soothe me
Or hold my waist to so he wouldn't lose me

Our hugs--
Every time his arms would come around,
I felt like a blanket was on me, warm and sound
I felt magic going on between,
That would make me fall and drop to my knees
He'd pick me up and swing me in a whirl,
That made me feel like a little girl

His personality--
Wow, just so unique
Sensitive, outgoing, and deep
Caring, wonderful, complex
Musical, respectful, don't care that he's already had sex

His voice--
So soothing,
I don't care if it's the lowest, it's moving
So different, unlike any other,
I know it's him when I hear it hover
I'd want to fall asleep in his arms,
Listening to him talk or sing for hours

Our dreams--
To go to the beach, under the stars,
At night, when no one knows where we are
Go to his house snuggling,
Watching Disney movies and cuddling
For hours with no end
Watch his lacrosse games,
I don't care if he doesn't have the most fame
Writing songs and playing guitar,
Even though teaching me would go very far
We'd go places and take pictures of today,
Downtown, and anywhere, nothing standing in our way

But now that is all gone
What have I done?
Maybe I scared him with too much words of love
But I want him back, he's my dream come true
He doesn't know how much I love him, care for him, how much I want us back...
No, he doesn't have the slightest clue