I don’t see why you chose me.

I don’t see the logic in this game of love.

All I see is you.

I see your hair, brushed off your face when you wake in the morning.

I see your hands, strong around my own.

I see your toes, digging into the warm sand of a beach in Maine.

I see your smile, mocking whatever foolish thing I have just done.

I see your eyes close in the moment before our kiss.