Babe?

It always starts with a glance
As it did
And ends with purpose
But not with reason
It doesn't always end, though
You are hand painted
I swear you are
I can feel your seams loosen
As you breathe in
And tighten when you exhale
I love seeing those
Old wrinkly couples exchanging glances through
Coffee and bifocals and magazines
Used to each other
They're just used to each other and
They don't want to get used to anyone else
So they stay with each other and
They mix well
Like a margarita, I know you know all about those, eh?
I can't wait to find out
I can't wait to tell you
I can't wait to find out if you're
Really the garden that
Speaks to my soul
It is peaceful, you are blessing
I want to buy you a mountain