There are too few things I only like,
And too many things I instead love
About the one in my head above,
Who resides in my heart alike:

I love your looks-that you know,
Every part is a sight to gaze at;
I'd write more poems about just that,
But there's even more to love below

I love the way you understand me,
Without needing a second try;
And although you prefer to pry,
It is my soul you clearly see

I love that you have a gentle heart,
Holding me safe in your hands;
I love that you are a caring man,
With a tenderness that sets you apart

I love every interest you hold,
Not one is right to dismiss;
And although too many to list,
They are next in line to be told...

January 2nd, 2024