He visto el universo en tus ojos.

I still remember that look in your eyes.
The night is colder,
and it's just midnight.
You’re wrapped in my arms and I am in yours,
and after a kiss we just got lost.

Maybe I don't even know her knees, but she has really nice hands,
I can't say I love her birthmark or the way she licks her lips before she talks,
I don't want words anyone else put on my mouth,
I wanna have my heart telling her how much I love it when she turns her eyes at me when I get really annoying just to see her doing that and playing rude,
and the way she becomes so fucking cute when she's pissed off.
I love the way she stares at me,
and I love the funny way she talks.
I can say I love the way she pulls my hair when we kiss,
or the way she smiles when I try to accomplish her.
I love the way she smiles, and the way she smokes,
I really like the way she walks and the way her hugs feel.
I love her hair, I love the way she dress, I love the way she kisses,
I love to say hi to her just to have her in my arms.
I love the way she moves and I love it when she tells me to stop staring at her.
I hate it when she cries, and I really hate when someone hurts her.
I hate the way I'm too far away, and the way I may be too young to be enough.
I hate it when she gets pissed and thinks no one would ever be the right one for her,
no one would ever be there always, no one would ever love her with every imperfection she has,
but you know what I hate the most? I really really hate that I can be everything she needs and the fact I've always been here...
Maybe I just hate not having a dick.