You're it.
You're that first gulp,

that instant rush of oxygen filling my lungs

after holding my breath under water too long,

a gust of air rushing through my body,

every breath.
You're the warmth emanating from a bonfire,

your laughter the crackle and pop of the burning wood,

your scent like the embers, still lingering after the fire is out.
Your skin is the sunset in Huntington Beach

and the waves kissing the shore

as the sky is painted orange and pink,

what paradise.
Your voice is a grand piano,

elegant and smooth,

a sound I've always loved to hear

that fills any room with its beautiful melody.
You're what I asked for in my letters to Santa

and being with you reminds me of Christmas morning,

warm, inviting moments of magic and awe.
You're every wish on every candle of every birthday cake I've ever had,

the falling star, the dandelion,

a wishing well, a fountain full of pennies,

bedtime prayers, 11:11,

hope.
When we kiss, your lips are security, safety, unconditional love,

like chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven,

a hearty meal on the table,

my favorite movie playing on the flat screen,

home.
You're a dream catcher,

turning every nightmare, all that horror,

into something beautiful.

A comfort even in my dark and empty bedroom,

your light brings me peace of mind.
Your eyes are two fine china saucers in our hutch,

left to me by my great grandmother,

timeless, delicate, beautiful, priceless.

Cherished and admired by many, but belonging only to me.
Together, we are a symphony,

our bodies a masterpiece of music,

the notes dancing together, telling a fairytale story,

where each bar is more beautiful than the last,

a swell of sounds, an array of pitches, the hum of a fine-tuned instrument,

building up to the crescendo of passionate glory.
You are the words I never want to stop singing.

Every line in every love song,

the story of us.
You're it.