If I wrote a book
Remembering
Pointing out
Listing
Singing
Of the ways you enchant my heart
Of the ways you paint my spirit
I think you would laugh
Or hardly believe it
Or call me crazy.
It is true
And blatant
You keep the beauty of the world
In a quick one's eyes
But I'm not a surfer
I'm a diver
Swimming deep
Into your heart.
And you are stamped
Into my soul
With your ways of being.
If you tried to know what these are
You wouldn't even get close
If I tried to describe what all these are
I would be only half way there.
And indeed
With those
I can tell you
Your shy blush cheeks of yours
Gives me the courage to build a world,
And some tiny words you say
You don't realize
But they only come from you
My spider
They make me in love blind,
And the way that you surprise
Tiny frackles and lights
Right there in your smile and eyes
You wouldn't have to say a word
I can always tell
Something's special in our way,
And the way you heal my soul
Sad or weak
And you're blessed in your hugs
A tender soup
Some godly words
You enchant me everyday
As you are
With me
And we make it
Our world.