Poet laureate of my heart

I guess it's a poetry week. Here's one by the best one of them all - my darling husband. Isn't it lovely?

You I Love

Sometimes I see your smile
your slope I stop I realize the creature
of beauty before me

It cuts me sometimes
the beauty you wear like a jacket
and toss about with as much care
and, wrinkled nose, pose
disapproved
before your gaze

You look a want of new
You somehow, tired of the
You you see, the
you I love

Your skin is its own world
hidden, so much of it, so often
from all but me

A masterpiece given to
me alone, a Sistine Chapel for
only my touch, only my
eyes to touch, a drink of you
solitary
inside my sight

You look alright to me
You see your slouch, I see
You shining, the
you I love

(Rob H)