He Loves Me

He looks into my eyes as if they were deep oceans.
It feels like we're drinking a love potion.
He tells me he loves me.
When we're together, he feels free.
He says he doesn't want me to give him head.
He would rather feel my soft lips on his, instead.
He wants to hold me close just to feel my heart pound.
And feel our love thats all around.
He comes over everyday not for sex.
Just to see what he can learn about me, next.
He values every moment spent with me.
He says I'm the most beautiful thing he'll ever see.
When I cry he gently wipes my tears away.
Even when I tell him to leave, he'll know I need to be with him, so he stays.
By all the things he says, does, and shows.
He loves me and that is how I know.