You and I

You...
you are nothing but a one-celled ameba,
and I...
I am a soaring eagle.

You...
you are just the kitchen spill,
and I...
I am the prime rib.

You...
you are a rusted tailpipe,
and I...
I am the Corvette.

You...
you are the glint in someone’s eye,
and I...
I am the whole sun.

You...
you are the ink underneath someone’s nails,
and I...
I am the masterpiece.

You...
you are the bad hair day,
and I...
I am the Oscar walk.

You...
you are the wrinkly shirt,
and I...
I am the Italian suit.

You...
you are a scraped knee,
and I...
I am the sweet lay-in.

You...
you are nothing,
and I...
I am something.

“I love you.”

“You do?”

“I love you, yes I do.”

“I love you too.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re not so bad.”