All the things that I adore
I know his footsteps and the catch in his breath
And i know his laugh sorted from the rest
I know the way his hair flips out in the ends
And I know the freckles covering his face down to his chin
And I know the slight curve of his nose
And I know the things that no one else knows.
Like how his dog died when he was five
and how his grandma Dorothy didnt live to see him drive
And how he sings himself to sleep
in the darkness where no one can see
And how he gets right out of bed in the mornings
only allowing his alarm one fair warning
And its all these things that no one knows
And all these things that they see but dont give a thought to
That made him who he is