People ask me what love is
and I smile because I know
I see the answer in you every day
Your sadness for old shoes
left on a windowsill
waiting to be rescued from the rain
The scar above your eye you hate
when it speaks to you in the mirror
Always and relentlessly there,
sharing a place with older wounds
just below the surface
It’s not perfection I seek
It’s the little things that are real
and draw me closer to you
They leave their impressions,
adornments throughout the home
I\'ve built for you inside my heart