me and the one i love

He kisses my forehead
he holds me close
He tell me he loves me
he comes late at night
to give me a hug.

He is the last thing on my mind
as i go to sleep at night
and the second thing
when i wake up
(only behind the fact i have to pee)

He calls me beautiful
He says that he misses me
He sends me texts
saying things in a different language.
he calls me his hime (his princess)

The first boy
who loved me
and yes, i love him.
I want to kiss him
and yet i just dont.
I just want him to hold me
forever with his silk soft, warm skin.