I've become a student
of your morning faces,
your thoughtful pauses,
your simple good-byes.
I'm a learned pupil
of the shape of your hand,
the rhythm of your breathing,
the voice in your smile.
And I could write volumes
of the pictures in your eyes,
the depth of your throat,
the topology of your flesh.
Yet still
Everyday
You surprise me.
**Originally written in 2004... still true today.**
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