I think I've found love,
He kisses me even when my lips aren't kissable
He tells me I'm beautiful when I know I'm not
He kisses my jawline and pulls back a second too late. Like he wants to stay. Like he wants to stay.
And my mind keeps repeating it over and over again like a broken record.
He wants to stay
He wants to stay
He wants to stay.

I think I've found love,
In a shabby house
With my stomach grumbling
But my heart full
I think I've found love when I look at his sweat trickling forehead after a full day's work
And he sees me, and our smiles sync.

He allows me to hold his hand when we cross the road
He is afraid, but not afraid to let it show
He lies to me about directions and short routes and we end up taking the longest,
With one hand in his pocket and the other holding mine, he labels it, 'right way to stay warmest'

He braids my hair and I comb back his,
He trims my nails and I sing to him,
He keeps me warm and I keep him warmer.

My plain black eyes, I've never liked them, so dull and dark,
But he says they're beautiful,
So now, I think so too.