I want to fasten my arms

so tightly around your neck

that I feel your heart beats,

counting them

with the hairs on your head.

I want to latch my eyes

on God's best piece.

Goosebumps take my arms;

who knew that perfection

is real?

I want to learn your life,

scan the pages

of your textbook,

catch details

with the hook that is my heart.

I want to be

in your calendar, saved

with a bright pink Post-It

on 365 boxes.

I want to own a house:

we can share it.

Though you took my heart

as your own,

it's safe.

I want to make

a gingerbread house.

We pick gumdrops off

to give to our children,

but we sneak some, too.

I want to be

everything you need,

but more.

I want to be

with you

eternally.

You're saved

with a bright yellow Post-It

for the rest of my calendar days.