Our flame stays lit

I watched her as she slept, I listened to her breathe. I layed my head on her chest and I counted every beat. I fell so in love with her and i'm still falling deep. I've noticed every inch of her, from her head to her feet. That teddy bear birth mark that lives on her knee. The three tiny moles that lay on her stomach, so sweet. The freckles that are barely visible on her shoulders to see. That makes her so perfect, those small little things. When she awakes she smiles and holds her arms out for comfort. I slide gently inside her hold and I tell her I love her. She tells me she loves me without speaking a word. She replies with a sigh in a voice i've never heard. Her arms are wrapped tightly around my neck to keep hold. From slipping away from how I felt, warm and not cold. To live in ecstasy and excitement, so when it's all over. "Our flame stays lit," every year we grow older.