“I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.” – Pablo Neruda
The way you twist and turn in the dressing room, trying to make sure the dress fits you just right. Your tiny little ankles pivot this way and that way as you decide this dress is not for you. The next dress is just the right length. I can tell by the way you raise up on your calves. It is perfect. You pivot around once more before you twirl to your side. This is the dress you want. I have already fallen in love with you ten times before you leave the room.
I know all this because I was waiting on you outside of the room. I could see those tiny little feet move around like artwork. I could almost hear the little pitter patter of your feet as you swiveled around. And now out you come wearing that little smile.
In this messy world this is love. I know it. It may not be perfect, but the way my heart falls in step with your feet I am content to live out this life.