What I Love

What do I love?
My darling, my dear,
I love you.
I love your eyes,
How they crinkle
When I make you smile.
I love your hands,
The way they hold me close
And play with my hair.
I love your voice,
The clear bass tones
That thrill my heart and melt me inside.
I love your hair,
Those crazy blond lock
That never stay in their place.
I love your laugh,
That obnoxious cackle of yours
That always tells me where you are.
I love how much you care
For silly little me
And my goofy personality.
I love your tolerance
For my crazy parents
And my little brothers.
I love that you
Spent a whole evening
At a ballet with me.
I love how you
Put your heart and soul
Into that piano of yours.
I love how you smile
And roll your eyes a lot
When I sing a high note.
I love how you listen
When I need...
Most guys never shut up.
I love how you try
So incredibly hard
To see into my tormented soul.
I love your poetry,
And how it makes me laugh and cry
When I read the ones meant for me.
I love that you play the bagpipes,
And love Scotland
As much as I love France.
You ask, what do I love?
My darling, my dear,
I love you!