You keep asking:
"What do you see in me...
what do you love about me?"
I try to explain from my heart
I see the moon, stars
everything good is held in your eyes.
When you look at me
I feel...
something I have trouble doing.
Everything,
even the bad I love.
I love to talk, just to talk...
To hear your voice rumble
as the words fall out so rhythmically.
Knowing those words can lash
forward and cut me, I still watch in awe.
I love to watch your body move
through your clumsiness.
I see a lost little boy
trying to find his balance in life.
Searching,
only to bump into another wall.
I know what you can do,
even when you question yourself.
I see your abilities, your drive,
especially when you see none.
I don't speak in eloquence,
I try to leave out the rhyme.
I know now I can say what I need,
you ask what is it you see in me...
I ask, what is there not to see??
Copyright © 2000 A. Jones