You're such a handsome man, you know
(or woman as the case may be)
You love to sit and talk with me
You love to come and lay with me
(though we're not motionless at all)
Your hair, it matters little
Your beard is full and soft
Your hands (ah! your hands)
Rough from labor, soft from work
Either does suit me
Your eyes are bright with intellect
with tenderness for me
When we talk, I love you best
For it goes on for hours
We read aloud from books we love
and discuss themes and diction
We read together poetry
discussing rhyme and meter
I read you one I wrote today
And you think it a wonder
You tell me of your own creation
as I love you more
We walk then to our bedroom
and I turn off the light.