the Book of Love

I should mention, I'm thankful I have a Matthew. Mostly because he is the first grown up I dated. Funny how that works out huh? I am most thankful that he loves me. Totally and wholly. And I love him with all my little might. Sometimes that's hard- for both of us. I can be terribly difficult and he's a lot bigger than I am! But he can close his eyes take a deep breath and I love him, even if he is ginormous.

I don't usually get to see how other people catch him looking at me. But this? This makes me cry, because he loves me. Every last bouncy and annoying little bit of me. And I can see it.

The book of love is long and boring,
No one can lift the damn thing.
It's full of charts and facts and figures
And instructions for dancing.
But I,
I love it when you read to me.
And you,
You can read me anything.

The book of love has music in it,
In fact that's where music comes from.
Some of it is just transcendental,
Some of it is just really dumb.
But I,
I love it when you sing to me.
And you,
You can sing me anything.

The book of love is long and boring,
And written very long ago.
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes,
And things we're all too young to know.
But I,
I love it when you give me things.
And you,
You ought to give me wedding rings.

You ought to give me wedding rings.