Unconditional love

Rambling on about nothing is something you do.

Others see flaws; I see the best in you!

And when you make noise when you shuffle your feet-

Or forget to close doors when we've turned on the heat-

Sometimes I want to yell or to shout- what you aren't doing, what I can live without.

Do you see this mess all over the floor?!

Cleaning's a chore that I'd rather ignore.

Not one more dish! I can't take it, I'm done!

And yet when I see you, I know you're the one.

Because aside from the snoring, not listening, or piles-

You make my heart fill up with a hundred and one smiles.

You bring me some flowers, or make me my tea.

You like to find all of the best inside me.

You do rub my feet, and you do clean the car.

I think I'm the luckiest I know of by far.

You do go shopping and settle down each kid.

How would I do what I do unless you did what you did?

With no attachments, life can feel almost too breezy.

When there's no one else involved, chores become way too easy.

I'd rather have all of my senses annoyed,

Than to carry the "I'm only half of me," void.