I know those eyes
    that soft, kind smile
that lasts no longer
than the smallest fraction of
a second.

I know those hands.
I've seen them paint
         write
         touch
         hold
         destroy

I know that voice
    that echoes in my heart
long after you've gone
    and walked away

I know that laugh,
    low, and joyful
I know that look,
the way your hair
tumbles down
to get in your eyes,
the way you blow them
    back,
the way you tap your fingers
when you're bored
or impatient.

I know the way you hate it when
you feel you've let someone down,
the way you frown over
    every little thing
and insist on perfection
because they think you're perfect
    and you know you're not.

I know your faults.
I've seen you mad.
I've seen you weak
    in pain
    afraid
    uncertain.

And yet, for all that I see in you
I know
    that I'm the first to ever know you
and the last you'll learn to love.

For Him.