I used to think the top
was most amazing,
the cream of the crop
was the most dazing
momentary bliss.

You showed me wrong
with just your being,
made me see the beauty I wasn't seeing,
simple, still, something you wouldn't want to miss.
You cried, I swayed, you gazed, I pried
and discovered the forehead kiss.

It was touching even if followed
by soaking me in ****.