Somehow I'm not surprised
He takes it all in stride
Finding safety, I turn to
His patience; a virtue
Enveloped in a feeling of grace
Holding back, giving me space
Waiting - saying it's no harm
Comfortable enough
Almost sleeping on his arm
-Or on the phone-
"Hey cutie"
Why does he say that
Making me melt
At the drop of a hat

I forgot that it's okay
He already knows anyway
That I'm a human; a mess
And so is he
Like a Charlie Brown
Christmas tree