her

Those big brown eyes, they undo me — soft and deep as autumn nights, the kind of eyes that make a man forget to breathe, forget to fight. And that smile, that little smile of yours, it's the sweetest kind of war — one look and every wall I built doesn't matter anymore. Your laugh is honey on the air, a sound I'd chase for miles — the music that my heart learned first, the rhythm in my pulse. But it's the way you simply are — your spirit, warm and true — that has me knowing without doubt I want my world to be you. So let me be the one who stays, who sees you, soft and whole — the one who writes your name at night across the pages of his soul. You are not just beautiful, my love, though God, you are — you are — you're the reason I believe again that some things are worth it, all of it. Every single scar.