The trouble with me is, 

I don't want half hearted kisses 

and stolen moments, 

I want to curl up in marshmallow pillows 

With you and wrap my arms around you, 

Forever, 

Drink hot chocolate all night 

and snuggle the cold away with you, 

I want to find a log cabin in the woods, 

and just go there, 

Whenever we feel like it, 

I don't need diamonds or expensive perfumes 

I just need you, 

all of you, 

Your rough broken parts too, 

and the things that make you scared 

Or vulnerable.  

I want to laugh with you, 

Until my sides hurt 

and walk mountains and beaches, 

I don't need you to be perfect 

I just need you to be true, 

Lazy Sunday mornings, 

Stretched out like cats 

and wearing silly hats in the snow.  

The trouble with me is this is what I want 

and until then, 

Until then my love.  

I'm happy in my skin,