One of the things I love about you,
is that you listened for the growl of my spirit.
And heard it,
when it was so muted it couldn’t be heard.
You coaxed my wild out of hiding, and
into the light.
For that alone I should love you.
But that’s not the reason that I do.
There’s no particular reason,
and then there’s everything.
The way you talk to me,
Touch me.  
The kiss to die for.
It’s what I see in your eyes,
in your smile.  
That I can make you chuckle,
at the most inappropriate times.
It is simply all about you.