He watches the plant.
This is what he shows me:
a green tip pokes through black earth
reaches for light.
At its vertex, a drop of water
perches;
a jewel in its elemental setting.
As we stand together
at the window
we can see
the green shoot
grow,
curl,
unfurl,
open.
This is how he is fascinated by me,
this is how he observes me --
with curiosity
and diligence
and beautiful attention.
He is not looking for flaws,
he sees perfection.
This is love.
Writing it as I see it
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