She praises me with all her pretty smiles;
The ones she passes & winks to me daily;
And even the ones she keeps to herself...

She criticizes me so genuinely & sweetly;
The harsher ones are sweet in her voice;
And she doesn't even have to try for it...

She breathes just soo-sweetly during calls;
The warmth of her exhalation can be felt;
And so I imagine it on a winter Sunday...

She talks so softly that even roses'll blush;
The words escape her lips so effortlessly;
And the way she tells the three words...

She complains so childishly which confuses;
The tone of her voice tells me she's the one;
And I plan who'll be cuter - her or the kids!