It isn't just your looks that make me love you.
It's the death glares that make you wish you were someone else, and the sweet little smiles you save just for me.
It's the way you will suddenly sprout architectural facts right out of nowhere, and the almost unnerving look in your eyes when you think of a good plan.
It's the way you seem to know what I'm going to do before I tell you, and will tell me what's wrong with my idea even though you know I'm just gonna do it anyway.
It's the fact that you could gut me if you wanted, but knowing you never would, because you love me.
It's your hair being the first thing I see when you take off your magic cap, and your eyes being the last thing I see when you put it back on.
It's the way I know you'll stand by my side no matter what kind of trouble I get myself into, and the way you kiss me every time I do something stupid.
Boy, you kiss me a lot.
I will never leave you, because no one could ever make me love them as much as I love you.