I love that you love that I love the grass And the taste of the earth and the color of brass

I love that you love my imperfectness The waving of hands and reckless laugh spills

I love that you see those plain bumps glorious Although they are so small that it drives me furious

I love that you love that I love empty shelves And how I could muddle them up with boundless senselessness

I love how you love that I mumble on The unassembled tunes and never ending songs

I love how you clearly see through my eyes That happiness is yellow And I really can fly

I love that you know all of my ellipsis They don't have to be spilled Pointed to Or said Like the times that I say that "I love you too" You know I just said That I love the grass The taste of the earth And the color of brass