He loves how she saves, a special smile, just for him.

How she never plans a thing, lives life on a whim.

How she is bold mostly, but at other times shy,

how she always stares curiously but only sometimes, asks "Why?"

He watches as she overthinks, and listens as she sings,

laughs as she stumbles, and makes a mess of things.

He adores how she touches him, like she's never touched before,

how their lovemaking tires him, yet leaves him wanting more.

He knows she's not perfect, life leaves a scar,

but he'll tell her anyway, "I love you, just as you are."