If only

I know that if he smiled at me. That blissful smile.
That heartwarming stretch in his lips.
I would make me hold his hand.
And he could pull me up if he wants.
Not if I want.
Because who am I if I don't give him the chance he needs.
He can grip me ever so gently and place me by his side.
I would be waiting for it.
For him to sweep me off my feet.
To take me under the stars and show me the moon in it's horizon.
He could sing me songs and crack in old tunes that I hear in the radio.
And if the day is dull. And I am all lonely and bored. He would show up on my door with a bouquet of roses and a plush bear.
We would run through the flowers.
With the wind blowing in our hair..And we would shout on top of our voices and our screams would be heard by the rabbits hopping and the birds taking flight.
When everything's over and we sit.
The tales of my story would fill the air. He would shared his. And we would mix it up in the clear of our minds.
Grinning as we mingle together.
If he held my chin. And tipped my head up so I can stare at his eyes that mirrored his soul.
If he did that.
And pressed our foreheads together. So I could feel the realness of his warm breathe on my cheek.
When his lips would meet mine. He would have already earned it.
And we would share the longing of the love he had built in me.
I know for certain I would kiss him back.