He is taken by you

He is taken by you.

The sleep left in your eyes when you wake up.
The way your socks are half on and your blankets are knotted up and how you never make your bed.
The way you dance in the mornings and lose yourself sometimes in the music.
He adores that.

When you look up at the clock and your grab your shoes and race out the door with the wrong set of keys.
When you forget about breakfast and shamelessly stop at the bagel shop (maybe even doughnuts today).
The smiles you offer strangers at stoplights.
He can't get enough.

The melodies you drum out on your steering wheel with your shoes in the passenger seat, He knows how you love driving barefoot.
How sometimes you prefer tacos from that truck to anything you could make.
How you curl up with that same book even though you brought home three new ones yesterday.

He loves the mismatched socks
and the empty bottles of sunkist .
He loves the heels you keep buying with no intention of wearing.
He loves that you brave the cold to see the stars.
How you write Him love letters,
How sometimes you don't have the energy to write them, so you just pray them.
He loves your last thoughts,
and the smile you fall asleep with.

And on those days when your pillows are salty and you crawl into bed before dinner.
He loves that too.
He loves being your comforter and ears to listen.

He loves to watch you sleep, and send you dreams of peace and grace and wildflower fields.

He loves to think about you and the things about you He would never change,
And just in case you forget, He wouldn't change a thing.

He loves that He made you and all the little quarks, and weird passions, and sleep in your eyes.

He is taken by you.
His breath.
His heart.
His life.
all for you.