I have always hated my stomach,
but you rub it when it hurts
and even when it doesn't
It reminds me how my mother always rubbed my tummy aches away
and I've laughed more than I've cried since I met you

My hair gets so ratty,
but you remind it makes me look fierce
You touch my face the way my grandma handles her china sets
Soft and gentle, I know I'm safe

Sometimes, I watch you and I notice little things that probably don't cross your mind
They make sense to me though
You are a test I could spend forever studying