What it's like

As soon as he sees me,
He embraces me.
We walk together, making small conversation.
We sit, watch each other for a while.
We try to read each other's minds,
And then we laugh because of random moments.
He knows I don't need material objects.
He knows and lovingly holds my hand.
He pulls me into his strong arms.
His warmth soothes me;
My cold refreshes him.
We walk together:
His arm around my shoulder,
My arm around his waist.
We walk in unison,
Our steps typically sound as one.
We stop, we kiss, once, twice.
We hold each other and linger in that distant dream that is in fact,
reality.
We laugh together.
We play music together.
We comfort each other.
When one of us are down,
The other will go out of their way to help out.
This is our everyday routine.
He whispers in my ear that he loves me.
He doesn't do anything inappropriate.
He doesn't say anything perverted.
He doesn't make obscene gestures.
He is a God-fearing guy.
He does what he can to make a girl feel appreciated and loved,
Regardless of the day.
This is what it's like to be with him.
Can you compare or are you still trying to find your gentleman?
I've found mine,
And I, like him,
Am not willing to let us go.