Not Just a List

To just list all the things I find beautiful
would just be a waste of time.
Better yet, let me paint you a picture
of all the things I find too great for words.
Like the way movies can bring you to tears
and music leads to outbreak
in thought, in outrage, in dance.
Sunday mornings spent
walking around on cold kitchen tiles, sipping coffee, and singing along
to whatever's my favorite song of the week.
How easy it is to lose yourself
in thought, in writing, and especially in books.
How your fingers don't fit perfectly between the curves of mine,
but actually surround and take prisoner the tiny hands i possess.
And to put it quite simply,
You.