The thing is, I just cannot thank Allah enough for your existence in the world, in my eyes, and in my heart.
I just cannot thank enough for those lovely curves on your face, soothing my mind to by the way you grin.
For that wavy hair of yours, which I would always consider as a perfect hairstyle to you, no matter how messed up it is, no matter what condition you are in. Do you know how much I wanted to mess it up and make it neat and mess it up all over again?
For those eyebrows of yours, not very neat like mine, but flawless.
For that moustache and beard of yours, which you are always proud of. “I am going to get these grow. These would totally make me cool." And then I laughed.
For the teeth of yours, that actually worse than mine. I hate the way you always tease me of how my both right and left canine teeth always show up every time I show a spesific smile.
But then again, I love the every way you smile. By its absence, it often alerts me that something is up and I never feel comforted with it, and thus the last thing I ever need is the disappearance of your smile.
And last, your chestnut eyes that I would love to see it beneath the gleaming sunset. As if I would be able to investigate the every microinch of it. Your eyes explain much that there are things you wanted to tell, but sad thing I could not read the whole of them.
And your eyelids, that grow tired from time—but there, is the place where I can see your satisfaction.
Written by the me whom I know is still in love with you, maybe forgotten how the love itself and the time consumes her. I cannot guarantee that I will love you forever endlessly, but for now, here it is. I would support you in every way I can.