The reason I love her

The reason I love her


First and foremost, I love her with all my heart.
It is not just one thing, but so many little things.

The way she smiles as she does when she is
pleased with her accomplishments.
Her shy smile when I blow her a kiss,
and the way she looks at me then looks down
attempting to hide the rose color that appears bright on her cheeks.
The devilish curve of her lips when she is trying to surprise me
as she has done so many times over.
The most important is the smile accompanied by her eyes
fixed on mine as she whispers those three words that flutter
my heart “I love you”

I love her for so many more reasons.
Her appreciation for music
her love for making beautiful things
the enjoyment she receives giving to others
her heart so pure and honest
her ability to make me talk and share my inner most thoughts
which is not an easy task for any one person

I admire her ability to accomplish what ever she sets her mind on
I respect her morals, her belief in family values
I love her insight on a broad range of topics
Most I love the way she expresses herself
Words don’t come easy for her, but she shares them so willingly with me
I love her natural beauty, her fair skin, her ability to wake up
and still look as she did when she laid her head to rest on my chest.
That is not a trait I poses, I like many have to put a mask on each
day to see an outer beauty.

I love her for the way she makes me feel.
She brings a smile to my lips when my heart is heavy.
She supports me in everything I do, most important my writing
I love to watch her expression as she proof reads my work
and except her opinion with an open heart.
I love the way she can hold me in her arms at the end of a long
and tiring day, and rejuvenate me, the way she can heighten all
of my senses and take me over the edge, and bring me back to reality
when she cups my face in her hands and expresses so tenderly,
sincerely, her love, her longing, her dreams.

Dreams are very important to each person,
it is how we define who we are.
Her dreams are filled with our future,
our happiness, our individual goals.
If I did not have my dreams to share with her,
it would be endless nights of writing words and
sorrows on paper that only I would find the courage to read.

I used to be filled with fear, afraid to allow others close enough
but in-front of her I am naked,
vulnerable and at her will.
Being alone has never scared me in the past.
I have always found comfort in reading and writing.
Now after finding her, loving her, being loved by her,
I never want to know those feeling of being alone again.