I love the way he moves,
With sunlight in his hair,
Sometimes awkward,
Often arrogant,
I read his mood there.

His laughter carries joy,
That rolls and frolics so free.
Foolish and wicked and bright,
Deep and warm with delight,
I love to wrap it around me.

I love the way his eyes shine,
A brown so dark and warm.
With hints of gold,
And sometimes green,
Their depths keep me safe from harm.

He tends my spirit with gentle hands,
And gives me room to shine.
In my weakest times,
In all my glories,
I love this man of mine.