If I asked you to never touch me again
you would look at me
and count my freckles.
I will never need a tissue
because your hands wipe my tears away
so effortlessly.
When I close my eyes I picture the way you look at me
as if I am the only thing in the world.
I wish I could explain how I see you.
The perfect portrait of a man
accented with the bluest eyes
and the brightest smile.
All I ask from you
is to let me watch you grow.
Whether it be from afar,
admiring who you are
and who you will become
Or beside you,
enjoying all your new experiences from the frontline.
Being next to you is better than any high.
I wish I was better with words,
so I could give you a poem
as beautiful as you.