I don’t love you because your stunning looks. I don’t even love you for your achievements and personal ambitions. But I smile at your heart. The part of you that is always humble and down to earth. You honor everyone as better than yourself.
You don’t look down on anyone even the people who might deserve it. You cry at violence. You don’t want to see any of your fellow living beings in pain. I see you in every woman. When I look into you eyes, I know you a apart of me. I love my down to earth women.