Your smile, your face, your eyes
The way you take care of yourself
The way you always try to help me,
Even when you can’t
This is what I crave.
Your touch, your smell
The look of your face after a shave
The way you laugh, the way you snore
This is what I appreciate when you’re gone.
Your sweet demeanor,
Your tight embrace,
I admire how you caress my face

If ever my words seem harsh
I’m sorry, dear, I have your best interests
At heart.
You fill me with glee and peace.