Your face (well, actually, my wife’s face)

I’m no poet but I wrote this for the bride on the 18th marking of our vows….

Your Face

Your smiles make my soul sing,
Your anger makes my heart thunder,
Your compassionate look brings others along for the good cause,
Your laughter is my drug,
Your eyes see beyond the surface and are gateways to the kindness within,
Your mouth is a weapon,
Your chin is always set, even when your lips tremble,
Your ears miss nothing,
And the occasional freckle on your nose sells you out.

Your face: it is the last thing I see at night, the first thing I see in the morning, and the parts and pieces of you I dream about in between.

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