I miss stroking my fingers through her hair.
Where I could hold her and show her I was there.
The smile I get when I say she is beautiful.
Denies me but knows my words are truthful.
She loved to be stubborn and contradict what I say.
Even if I was right it had to be her way.
Hardly ever could I stay mad at her after a fight.
And not very long I would apologize and say she’s right.
I love it when she kisses and holds my hand.
It always melts my heart right where I stand.
We always understand each other and agree.
These are just a few reasons she is perfect for me.