Book of Poetry

Valentine's Day

I love the way you take my phone away, so it won't come to any harm.
And the way you hold me close all the time, wrapped up in your arms.

I love that you are always up for me playing with your hair.
And everything that you say is imbued with care.

I love that you make me feel beautiful even when I'm wearing my sweats.
And you are genuinely interested in all my roommates and their guests.

I love that being quiet isn't some awkward pause.
And the way that you engage everyone leaves me in wondering awe.

I love that you can be stubborn and ultra competitive.
Sometimes I think you bring it out in me, but my proof isn't definitive.

I love the way your hand rests on my knee when you are driving.
And as a couple at least one of us (you) is good at deciding.

I love that you don't like to watch scary movies, neither do I.
And I love it when you look at me, and I get to see your eyes.

I love the way you offer to help, even if you don't know if you can.
And how you offer to carry my groceries even though I have two (perfectly capable) hands.

I love that you listen to my stories and you don't seem to get annoyed.
And that you have an appreciation for whole milk (even though I now drink soy).

I love that you don't like chocolate even though it seems crazy.
And you are always studying, if there's one thing you aren't, it's lazy.

I love that you are always there anytime I need help.
And you're always checking up on me when I'm not feeling well.

I'm not saying that you're perfect or that you don't have any flaws.
I'm just saying that you're perfect for me, and I love you a lot.