I wish you could see
the same things I do
each time I turn
to look at you.

Your hair's much the same
and so are your brows.
Your nose looks like 
you've been in a few rows.

Your eyes still draw me,
it's the same strong chin.
Same mouth that breaks
into that same ornery grin.

I can't tell much difference
'tween the man and the boy.
You're still my bratface
and a source of my joy.