I look at you while you're cooking. Hair tied up. A rogue hair strand of your hair falls in your eyes. You laugh and look at me asking me to get it off your face. I fix your hair and try to fight this feeling. I want to hug you from the back. Hold you as you're making dinner. And rest my head on your shoulder. "Why are you looking at me like that?" You ask. "I just zoned out" I reply and you shrug. Oh my love how can you not know how beautiful you are?