In Him | poetry

In his arms, I feel life...
I see me in all my flaws..
Laughter.
Pain.
Hesitations.
And my entire individuality.
He may never notice how much I look
up to him and how glad I am
to be a part of his life.
His love.
I can never arm my tongue with
words which will suffice, I guess.
And how so much I notice
how he's changed and that
I appreciate everything he is
(and not just what he does)
How he plants kisses on my forehead
just before he rise from bed
How he holds my hand infront
of his peers
and tell them "she's mine".
How he constantly reminds me
"not to do this",
"and do that",
"not to touch this",
"and not to forget to..."
Simply because he wants me
to be utterly safe
and unharmed from the world.

In his arms, I am alive.
And I am grateful for the capacity to
feel him...and more...