"I wrote a verse about you."

"It began with a talk. The weather and going of day and what not. This proceeded to beautiful opinions on late night walks. Now I write this song with palms sweaty and hot. As my memory meets this moment my palm clenches to think that I own it. Too bold, too soft, to think I could have blown it, but this moment I will never outgrow it. We met and my hearts destination was surely preset. Every second our eyes met was contest to see who was blessed to fall headfirst.. first. The gut tension could make a man burst. Now only the graze of hips and lips can quench my thirst. Thirsty for that look in her eyes. Thirsty for the curve of her sides. Thirsty for caressing her thighs. All to realize that these highs are temporary. Now I wait in contempt and god damn its scary, being stuck in her python grasp, can she grasp the future tasks or will the moment be lost in the past. Held in my mind til i'm under the grass. I hope to god we make it last for it seems to have came so fast. and even without our friction, this memory of moment is my addiction. Missing her leaves my soul to stir with no ignition.
In addition... my view now blurred. It was all in a moment this love occurred."

It's a beautiful thing to find someone beautiful. Someone that works like you; that works with you. It has been the most beautiful thing to find someone that isn't just someone. 
Someone that is the one.
One person to spend your day with.
One person to spend your night with.
One person to explain your heart to.
One person to share your mind with.
One person that strives for every moment you strive to have with them.
It's a beautiful thing.