love’s just love (a sonnet)

17 February 2014

 

 

I love the way you lick your chin and nose,

It’s cute your eyes can’t both look straight ahead,

and no one else I’ve met can talk to crows,

or, word for word, repeat what I just said.

Watching you hang upside down by your toes,

that silly way you sleep under your bed,

that strange distaste you have for wearing clothes,

that come in any color except red.

You make me smile ‘cause you can’t sing on key,

yet you can somehow juggle with your feet,

so many things that others never see,

like how you only chew with your front teeth,

but I love you and I know you love me,

the secret is that we are both unique.

They like to say that love is truly blind,

but love’s just love, no matter who you find.