I May Not Always Say It...

Not a day goes by
that you don't cross my mind.
Whether it be your hands which gently touch
or your eyes that always smile.
Whether it be your name which rings in my mind
or your breath which smells of home.
I think of your mind,
with it's humor and sensitivity and stubbornness.
I think of your heart,
how many times I have fallen asleep to it's beat.
I remember the first time we met,
and I was nervous because I don't often talk to people.
I remember our first kiss
and the butterflies I felt.
I remember our song
and recall when I knew that I would always be yours.

And I will say it with a smile.