No words, just notes by PascalCampion
Shall I make a list?
Of all the things that make you, you?
Let’s start here, right here
This bashful dimple in your cheek
Having to listen to someone praise you
Ah, there’s another for the list
Your humility, so admirable
And your night-sky eyes,
Coupled with your shy smile,
That sends tingles down my spine
The feelings you incite in me
Could that go on the list?
Your dedication, your drive
You put all of yourself into everything you do
And it shows, really shines
And perfectly complements your weathered hands
The hands of a hard worker, a kind helper
Hands that completely cover my own
And fit snugly, fingers laced with fingers
Where am I, how many is that?
The things that make me love you
This list isn’t just for me, you know
Because, while I love you dearly
These beautiful qualities of yours?
You, more than anyone, should know them all
It is you, after all