I like you for so many reasons,
but they can also be hard to place.
I love that you're a mystery,
one most have never solved.
I love that you write poetry,
that most will never see.
I love that you don't have a hobby,
Even though it drives me crazy.
Because while you don't have a favorite pastime,
You do have a favorite.
You have me.
I love that you chose me,
To lower down your walls.
I love that with me you're vulnerable,
when elsewhere you're closed off.
I love that your fingers are sweet and tender,
and your whispers are filled with care.
I love that no one else can see,
that you're a sensitive and loving teddy bear.

Beyond all these hidden things,
the open facts are clear.
I love that people love your smile,
Because it's more than dear.
It's the radiating of joy from your heart,
A window into your warmth.
It fills me with bubbly smiles,
whenever it comes forth.
I love that everyone can see,
how adorable it is.
I love that everyone can know,
that smile chose me as it's fit.

So the next time people ask me why it's you
I'll smile and ponder for a bit
Then say with absolute certainty
He's a mystery
And he's given me the key