Loving her is beautiful.
We are so close,
though we are 3,000 miles apart.
Loving her is simple.
shining down on your face, making you feel infinite.
Loving her is tender.
She is a warm heart,
with beats that send your heart on a rocketship.
Loving her is a dream.
She sends shooting stars into your heart,
bursting like fireworks on the Fourth of July.
Loving her is laughter.
Seeing her on skype and hearing her laugh,
it’s like listening to a baby giggle- you can’t help but smile.
Loving her is sadness.
Knowing it we aren’t next to eachother,
then realizing I won’t see her until April.
Loving her is like an airplane.
A majestic bird flying through the air,
it smiles down on you, with hope to see you soon.
Loving her is like a gunshot.
With a loud BOOM she has your heart,
she will never let it go.
Loving her is a story.
You fall for her, you laugh with her, you cry... you’re without her
All in one night.
Loving her won’t end.
You are like Jack,
you will never let go of your Rose.
Loving her is like a rock show.
Loud music, flashing lights, and smoke machines.
She starts a mosh pit in my heart, one I’ll never leave.
Loving her is a promise.
That no matter what we will end the distance,
that we can make it through this.
Loving her is peace...
Loving her is hard...
Loving her is forever.