I Like That

I like your face.  I like the lines around your mouth. And I like the lines around your eyes when you crack a smile or laugh out loud.  I especially like your hairline.  I don't know where but I heard that that type of hairline indicates great intelligence.  I also like that about you. Your great intelligence.  Yes, I like that.

Oh, and your sense of humor.  I like the way you laugh out loud at my jokes and how later in the day I see your shoulders shaking with laughter and I know you are remembering the joke I told you earlier. I really like that.

I like that I can talk to you and you don't jump to fix whatever is bothering me. I like that you seem to know that sometimes I just need you to listen and agree with me when life has handed me a dirty and sometimes imaginary deal. And yet I like the way you bait my hook like I am too feminine to do it even though you know I can do it my own damn self.  I really like that.

I like that you can do anything you set your mind to.  Things that are hard and complicated for others seem to come easy for you and yet you still love things like puppies and kitties. You like the simple things in life and I really like that.

I like that you like me.  I like that you like your mother and your brother and your children. I like even better how much they like you.  They can see beyond the love they have for you and see what a likable person you really are.  I like that too.

I like the way you touch my hair and stroke my face and look into my eyes like you are drowning.  And I like the way you let me touch your hair and stroke your face while I am drowning in your eyes.

But, then again, what's not to like.