what's the difference between you and them
they'll ask, and so will you,
what made it so special, created the sparks?

maybe it's the width of your shoulders,
how they will never yield even when they get too tired to move,
or it could've been the way you smile,
how it makes a room brighter, halfway between a child and a boy and someone with way too many wonders inside,
or it was how strongly you feel,
how brave you try to be when you reach out, when you talk,
or it's just how kind you are,
how soft you make me,
maybe it doesn't have to be explained in facts and souvenirs,
and instead it can just be.

i love you, and it's stupid how easy it is to love you,
so don't be mad at me or you or God when i tell you,
please be glad for my feelings,
because i am proud of them,
and i don't feel like hiding any part of me.