“What do you see in me?”
You really care.
“Not just my eyes and my figure and hair?”
All of those things are as fleeting as snow.
“So what do you see in me?”
I think you know.
I see the way that you watch
when you think
I am not looking and having a drink.
I see the way that you smile at my faults,
but not at my failings; my wounds get no salt.
I see the way you receive me at night.
Even in anger, you make it alright.
I see the way that you smile at the sun,
holding my hand as we laugh, walk, and run.
I see the way that you cry in the rain,
holding me tight as you’re sharing your pain.
I see the life in you thriving inside,
happy to have him along for the ride.
I see the way that
your heart beats for me.
What do I see in you?
All there could be.