I look at her as i pull in to buy our tickets.
There is this annual light show at a beach near us.
And her love for christmas could illuminate any room.
So I thought it was only right.
She sat there with hot coffee in hand.
And stared in awe.
These are the reasons I love her.
I love her when she cant speak,
Because the beauty around her over powers her thoughts.
I love her when she jerks a bit,
Because her coffee is too hot.
I love her because she knows every lyric,
To almost all the christmas music.
I love the excitement in her smile,
While doing something as mundane,
As driving through a beach full of lights.
I love her because of her passion for the little things.
I love her when she articulately describes her surroundings.
I love the way she can make anything beautiful.
But most of all,
I love her,
Because she brings out the beautiful in everyone.