Magic.

Did I ever tell you how much I like you?

When you wake up, every morning, with your eyes half closed and a small smile shining everything.

And then you put that "ugly face" that's, actually, anything but ugly...

I think I could stay in that moment forever (like Scorpions sing).

Your skin, softer than the whisper of the wind a summer morning, lays near mine.
Waiting for my hands to take it far away from our bed.

I can barely believe you're there, you're real.

And I think about the time we were nothing but unknown.

Did I ever tell you how much I liked to swim into the green of your eyes, without telling you nothing, trying to guess what you were thinking?

I'm pretty sure I haven't ever seen you mad.

Your eyes always lightning, even when you felt lonely.

Your smile constantly on your mouth, showing everyone that you are strong enough to handle what life has prepared for you.

Happiness, sadness, hope, tiredness... But never anger. Not even a single day.

And that, sweetie... That's as awesome as you are.

I've learnt, looking at you as if I were hypnotized, that you are wonderful...

And magic exists because you do.