I must say,
I am still head over heels
about you.
How the lines
on your fingertips
find the magic in my skin,
I do not know.
How your glow
fills me up and cradles my soul,
I cannot say.
I glance at every reflection of us
to tuck the loose strands of my hair,
but really, I look at you.
You look like home
has always felt.
And I,
I look so lucky.
