Every word you carefully piece together
so finely, such tender fingers
your work is like the web of a spider
or did you sit for hours?
Stitching away with a needle and thread
so minute, every moment so precise
so particular
you're so careful, so safe

I feel like I found you,
you stumbled out of a dense wood
eyes large, bewildered
you ran straight into me and knocked me flat!
And yet you stopped to offer your hand,
unlike the ones before

A friend once said to me
I feel like I deserve more
I agreed with her, she did.
You are everything perfect she spoke of
and you are for me

And so,
young man,
so odd,
so in love
Be pleased,
Be proud
You do a wonderful job
and you make me shine