I love the curl of your lips into a smile
I love the curve of your shoulders as they drop down
I love the pools and dips of your neck, where you could hide your secrets
I love the softness of your eyes, that invite me in
I love your strength,
I love the curls of your hair- you should be proud to be blessed with them
I love how soft your skin feels
I love how I can sometimes catch a glimpse of your muscles peeping through that beautiful casing of skin
I love your teeny tiny waist,
I love the strength and curvature of your ribs
I love your acne-marked skin that's simply evidence that you are growing and expanding as a person.

-- About time I wrote something about the person I should love most of all: ME.