A little poetry for ya.... Tis what I do best after all

Tears mix with smiles and I stop and ponder on where we are as opposed to where we were
In the middle of all this headache the only thing I want to do is climb into that warm bed next to you
The heat creating a soothing balm, birthing calm and rational thinking
Angels, Charles Dickens and Tarzan
Memories of that weekend cling to my bones as if they were born there, making the marrow sweeter
Laughter tinkles persistently as you always made me happy
That weekend you became my knight in shining armor aiming to protect me from hassle and issues
That unplanned extra night made it greater because that it brought us closer together
It showed us how we could be in an unexpected environment
Communication with the outside world became less than an afterthought as we basked in each other
We created stumbling blocks and then climbed over them hand in hand
Each time your fingers found mine I was pulled in a little more
The way your eyes sparkled wrapped me up in silk and taffeta
Kept me warm, optimistic and ready
Those memories remind me of how you desired me, of how you hungrily tried to swallow up each droplet of my essence in order to create something new
Something specific to me and you
I wonder if the greatness of what we are together is now less significant in your imagining
Because I still feel like we could do anything
Just as long as we really try
Kinks and creases can easily be ironed out of our laundry and even though it may sound corny
Communication really is key
I talked to damn much, because I couldn't afford for you to not understand how 143, how I'm blown away in appreciation for who you are and who you'll be.
I saw no other man when you stood in front of me
You encompassed all that I need
Would've called you mine proudly