words written down

If Love Made the World Go Round

And what else is there to say?
I know her like I know the back of my hand.
Every curve,
Every intake of breath,
Every hidden meaning behind clever words,
I know her.
The crest of her smile,
The small of her back,
To the dimple on her left cheek.
What else is there to say?
She is my world,
And she is the only thing I know.