Happy Valentine's Day

He looks into the mirror and he sees
Not what I see; he sees himself in parts,
Just skinny arms or legs with knobby knees;
I can't relate when this view he imparts.
For I see arms which form for me a space
That leaves no other place I'd rather be.
And I see legs which tangle and embrace
My own, or lead him steadily to me.
He sees smile lines and thinks they add on years,
Mark age upon his fair and freckled skin.
I love each crease which on his face appears,
Content the cause of those lines to have been.
Each scar to him is flaw; to me is art.
A line upon the map where lies my heart.

I love you, Mr. Shakes. This day and always.