You, with curls that call for daisies,
And arms that lift like myths in pages,
Carrying me like I weigh less than air
(Though we both know I’m heavy on flair)
And how you kneel, not to propose (yet 😌)
But to rub my sore legs without regret,
That kind of love, quiet, sturdy, warm,
Is more than poems or any classic form
You and I, we’re the best kind of small,
Two people in love, not needing it all.
You drive, I snack, the music plays low,
Sometimes we bicker, but we still go slow.
You make me laugh when I’m feeling strange,
And hug me tight when my moods rearrange.
I try to be sweet, and sometimes I miss,
But you still smile. And you still kiss.
Thank you for letting me be who I am,
For folding my sweaters and holding my hand.
I hope I make you feel just as seen,
As safe, as happy, and as softly loved in between.
One day I’ll put flowers all through your hair,
And we’ll sit by the sea without a care.
Nothing big, just you and me,
And that’s always been enough for me.
Thank you for putting up with me.
I really really love you.