I love the way you brush your hair
While lying in the bed,
So strands of hair and dandruff drift down
On my resting head.
I love the way you look at me,
When outside in the sun,
With squinting eyes that look so mad it
Makes me want to run.
I love the way you call my name
When I am nowhere near.
The piercing shriek kills wildlife
And fills us all with fear.
I love the way you touch me,
Your caress is always kind.
It’s lucky people cannot see the
Bruises left behind.
I love the way you hug me
With embraces hard and fine.
In fact you squeeze so firmly that
I think you cracked my spine.
I love the way you run to me
When I come in the door.
Although I wish you didn’t knock me
Down onto the floor.
I love you with the whole of me,
With all the love I’ve got.
I love you, most of all,
Because I’m terrified to not.
