i wish you could see how beautiful you are, see through my eyes. It's as if everything we've accumulated cloaks you: at times i see you on our wedding day, other times how you looked in the hospital giving birth. The deep red of your pursed lips after you apply lipstick, the pale delicateness of your hands as you knit... i could easily become overwhelmed.
Do i do anything for you? Anything like this at all?
