So Tell Me My Love...
Still Groggy from your nap, you collapse into my arms. You give in to the weight of your heavy eyelids and fall back to sleep. I cradle you on the couch and begin to study your sweet face.
Your eyebrows arch perfectly above your eyes and softly meet in the middle, just above your nose. It is part of who you are. And I love who you are.
Let me ask you my Love...who decides what is beautiful? Is it this world? Or is it the one who created you?
You begin to breathe heavy. My body sinks into the rhythm of your rising and falling chest. I stare at your bottom teeth, they are crooked. And your lower jaw stretches out, giving you an underbite. Your teeth and your jaw, they work together to make the smile that melts my heart.
So tell me my Love...who is it that decides what is beautiful? Is it this world? Or is it the one who created you?
If you forget, I will be here to remind you.