He

He sees me,
reads me like a book
knows what's in my mind,
what bothers me
troubles and
worries me.

He sees me,
right through my soul
handles my heart
like it's the most precious thing
in the world
if only he knew
that he possess it.

He sees me,
as the person that i am
not for the person
that i sometimes pretend to be
yet, he chooses to stay

He sees
and loves me.
He chose to do so.
And whenever I ask why,
he replies
'I just do'
... and smiles.