Those times

Those times
 when you do something
 so intimate, 
so sweet,
so adoringly thoughtful
and I'm like
''Oh my, he knows me. He really knows me. ''

Then my heart calming down a bit more,
melting a bit more, 
as you convince me,
yet again, 
that you’re not messing around with my heart,
telling me that you know me well.

Telling me that
not only you're accepting my quirks,
my perceived shortcomings,
but actually, 
dear God, how sweet is that,
actually loving them...