Who knows why it took us two so long
To see why we are the perfect match.
Could there be any as right for me as you,
Or a lover in all the world for you like me?
Did we not notice the signs that pointed
To love: full, enduring, and untamed?
Or was the slow build so imperceptible,
Lacking those larger acts of romance?
Instead, we have lots of little affirmations–
The likes, the agreements, that make us say
“What! you, too?” with every day that passes.
A romance born of fought-for friendship,
A chance to be known and loved in sum
By an understanding mind, a forgiving heart.
I love that you’re the perfect combination
Of silly and serious, and all that is good.
I love the way your body fits next to mine,
Lying in bed as you drift off to sweet sleep.
I love your shrewd, taming rationality when
I would burn, pine, and perish in my optimism.
But I love more the way your whispered words
Wind their way into my mind and soul.
I love the faces you make in the pictures you take,
Even though I act twice the fool you’ll ever be.
I love how very childish you are with me,
Though your adultish soul never wavers.
And I love finding, in my happier thoughts,
I can fly to a land where we’ll never be parted.
I love the way you make all that’s good in life–
Fall, rainy days, and weekend mornings–better.
I love the way we dream-weave our futures
Sans expectation, but with hearts full of hope.
Then I love going back to square one with you
And remembering why I fell all over again.