A voice that is never raised,
Hands that hold mine tight enough to protect, but loose enough to let me hang on to who I am.
A laugh that is contagious,
Eyes that are a soft brown warm enough to trust, but deep enough love.
A hold that is protective,
A walk that is quick enough to lead, but always lets me to go first.
A love that is forever,
A soul who could be with anyone, but every day chooses me.